A grisly tale from Tallis…
I have mentioned previously that our niece, Grisla, lived with us for a number of years. Her mother, Shalla, is Shena’s younger sister and in my humble opinion has the ability to fall pregnant should her husband comment favourably about her cooking. Shena and I paid for Grisla to attend Dame Ralash’s school for ‘young maidens of humble family up to the age of thirteen.’ Our hope being that it would give the girl a decent start in life.
One late autumn evening I went round to Shalla’s house to collect Grisla as the girl was going to call in to see her mother on her way home from school. Rather to my surprise, she wasn’t there and her mother was, as usual, unclear as to whether she’d even arrived home yet.
This was a little worrying, Grisla is a bright girl and methodical. She is not prone to wandering…
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Shivers sprinkle my head and a swoon comes to mind. Darkness will be soon and who is to say what horrors will lurk in the dark … this Hallows eve
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We would be disappointed if they didn’t 🙂
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My pumpkin lighting begins, The treats are tempting me filling my mouth with saliva… giving them out will challenge me. 👹
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I never ger trick or treaters here… Halloween will pass with no more than the lighting of a candle 🙂
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New to the area thought I would try, firstvtwo took forty percent of the sweets 👀😲
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LOL! An English village cul-de sac will never see that many 🙂
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I live in a Suffolk village up a dark lane with three houses…
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Oh dear… then maybe I should have bought sweets after all 🙂 Last year I ended up eating them though…
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That sounds good to me.. *titters*
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Me too…but not to my hips 🙂
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Mine neither… *sulks*
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Heh… it is not at all fair…
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Thank you 🙂
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