Bloody Mary

Eliza

Gabe had asked L about Bloody Mary and been told of Queen Mary’s vengeance against Protestants. Eliza overheard and squealed. Gabe related a playground tale that if you look into a mirror and say ‘Bloody Mary’ three times, she will leap out of the glass and kill you. Eliza sobbed, terrified. Her fear recurred at bedtime for the next two nights. Her wailing intensified if L or I offered to show her that the tale was nonsense. Only quiet, diversive talk calmed her for sleep.

Gabe

It is very rare for the question, ‘How was school today?’ to receive an enthusiastic positive response. The visit to school of the Zulu Nation dance troupe achieved it. Gabe showed me the dances and raved about the day – which had only left time for 1 and 1/2 lessons.

Robin

Robin took possession of a third light sabre. A pound shop triumph that lit up and emitted sounds of a sword being drawn from a scabbard and two sabres clashing. Robin played with the sabre continously taking it to bed with him, where the ‘ksshhh-ung’ could be heard after his light went out and then again before it was time to get up for breakfast. By tea time on day two the sound and light show had been exhausted.

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