Witch Way

October 28, 2015

Between the ghouls, Guy Fawkes and our birthdays, this was always an exciting time of year for my brother and I. Most years, we celebrated our birthdays together, running around a bonfire in Battersea Park or watching fireworks over the River Thames. One year, we had a Halloween party at home with apple bobbing and pin the wart on the witch. My mum wore a bin liner and a witch’s hat and probably cackled at my brother’s pre-teen pals all night. I wore a grass skirt and lei. Not very scary. When I think of it now, it was pretty brave/bonkers of her to have twenty ten and 12-year olds in her home, high on Maltesers and Coca Cola. Bravo Mama. You were always the best witch.



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