Dear reader, on Sunday Mr Him and I left our home for a day trip to Guildford. We were visiting a Finnish friend who wanted to feed us his homemade Salmon soup. We fed him two bottles of White in return. However the purpose of this post is to tell you what happened at home in the meantime.
Miss 21 and automotive engineer went for a walk in the woods. They heard creepy whistles followed by a cackle. 'A cackle like you've never heard a cackle', said Miss 21 later. 'Worse than your cackle mum, and Mr Him's come to that.'
Mr Him and I arrived home to find splatters of blood up a wall in the lounge and on the settee. We went a bit forensic and decided it was, well splatters of blood. I rang Miss 21 to enquire about what had happened whilst we were out. She had no knowledge of the splatters and became creeped out. 'We've just heard a Witch in the woods. This is spooky.'
She went on to tell us we need to call the police and insist on a DNA test on the blood. 'You think they'll test for Witch', I exclaimed. 'How on earth do I ask them to test for Witch.' They'd think I was nuts. 'I doubt they'll have Witch in their database,' I went on to explain to Miss 21.
As I was pondering how to approach the police on the matter of the Witch and DNA Mr Him noticed the dog had a gash on his ear.
Phew problem solved.