and the ghost of Didsworth Hall…

A Halloween sleepover at Dixie’s house.

Percy is scaring himself witless reading the tale of the ghost of Didsworth Hall, who – having been parted in dreadful circumstances from his head – listlessly wanders the long gallery, emitting miserable moans and leaving the air clammy and cold.

Thank goodness Dixie has stocked up with comforting supplies of Ovaltine and chocolate digestives.

I scared myself too this week, at the Pitt Rivers Museum in Oxford.
Drawer after drawer of exhibits such as this:

proving that there’s nothing in the world quite as spooky as ordinary people.