Ahhh Christmas, chestnuts roasting? - no, not here either, but we've been stockpiling mince pies and mixed nuts, plus I'm beginning to suspect Mrs.S is attempting to corner the market in twiglets. Just in case you are in one of those far-flung and remote parts of the World (Assuming you actually have the internet. If not, how the hell are you even reading this tripe?) and these savoury treats aren't a feature of life in your country, I should (Or should'nt) take the time to describe them. Think a twiggy crunchy wholewheat stick dipped in marmite/vegemite. I know - more rambling than a fifty year old fiddler in a bobble hat, NHS specs and with his socks over his corduroy trousers...
All this pump and just to promote a story by some dead bloke you couldn't care less about? - yes, but it is a Christmas tradition that some old fart gets the younger/more credible family members round and tells a ghost story. Not my experience admittedly, having grown up living with just my late Mum (Bless her, she's long gone) - but lets bring the tradition back, shall we?. So, give this a spin... there are loads of these on the Net, often free, and there's always those library places... Turn the lights out, get a candle or two going, and a glass of Port might be a plan...
www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/5499/
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