
Fuck me.
What a week it’s been.
Not for me in particular, but an awful murder of a good man happened earlier in the week and then a mass-stabbing event last night on a train.
No dead so far, I hope that my suspicions about the playbook for these things are wrong and that there won’t be a trickle of reported deaths over the next 24 hours.
It’s not terrorism apparently.
We’ll see.
It’s certainly going to scare a huge number of people – again.
All while our government blatantly lies to us about almost everything.
So fuck that.
I can’t dwell on it.
Let’s talk about just one day.
Halloween.
All Hallows Eve.
Samhain.
The night that the bridge between worlds grows stronger – that the veil grows thinner.

A time for honouring the dead and paying homage to the spirits.
Fuck that too.
I went to my normal farm shop and picked up a load of top quality beef, some of which was destined for a pie.
And prepared the house for a dark guest and her earthly guardians.
Dottie.

The dog of my new friends, who’d stopped over overnight on their way home.
We ate well, we drank good wines and we talked of enough things to fill five blog posts.
The doglets took to her very quickly, she’s Milo’s size and she’s a sweet and loving little dog.
If a bit rapacious- I had to put Milo and Cairo’s food out of her reach – much to her disappointment.

It all went incredibly well and we walked all three dogs before they journeyed home.
The husband is incredibly well connected and knows a lot of what’s behind the curtain right now and I’m still taking some of it in.
Along with his offer to give me a proper briefing that may help me.
With my new (one year) job.
Because I had an interview that day too.
It sounds like a proper challenge, one I thought that I wouldn’t see again given that I stopped working in April.
This is for another friend though, the money will be welcome but uninteresting – it’s the challenge that’s fun.
So.
Once again, I’m not going to write about horror.
There’s still too many good things.
Go and find some if you can.