Living in a very old house and with two confirmed ghostly sightings I sometimes get a tad nervous - only occasionally, maybe an over active imagination I don't know but sometimes when I open the front door I can sense that something has gone before me. In actual fact my apparition is a tall man with a black frock coat and a hat but I digress.
So now you are furnished with a slight history I will tell my tale.
The wind is howling, rain lashing against the attic window I am snuggled up in a large antique French wrought iron bed, deep plum velvet throw over crisp white Egyptian cotton duvet and sheets, stripped wooden floor and white sheepskin rugs - get the picture?
Fantastic
2.30 this morning said Egyptian cotton duvet, deep plum velvet throw get tossed in the air, I slip on the wonderful opulent sheepskin rug and I am running around the bedroom in search of an unhuman sound.
Now people tell me this ~ how does a six inch vibrator with dead batteries manage to turn itself on in the middle of the night when it is locked away in a cupboard!!!!!!!!!!
Tired Pixie does not know the answer either.
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6 comments:
He he he he he he he
Brilliant!
Hi Pixie, thanks for stopping by in my blog ;) see you around again dag...
I'd wash it if I were you... I mean you just never know do you! xx
Elise I would expect no other comment x
rattle and hum, hey, i expect it was the wind ... ahem.
Pixie,
Your blog is so funny, love it! Thanks for popping by mine too! I am adding you as one of my fav bloggers!!
Hayley x
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