Category: Conversations

  • Of course there’s a nice bit, dear. There’s always a nice bit. “How do you know, Mum?”

  • All right dear. I give up. All of you is nice but which particularly nice bit is me?  “Who told you there was a nice bit?”

  • Am I a ghost? “No, Mum. You’re part of me.” Well it had better be the nice part then.

  • I was going to bed on the first night in the new house. Of course I was on my own because your father had died a long time before that. All of a sudden, I sensed a presence near my bed. Cold, just cold … and I knew it was a ghost.   “What did you…

  • “Do you believe in ghosts, Mum?”  I met one in the very last house I lived in.