WalesI lived in a four hundred year old house near Llangollen [Clan-gough-lan]. It was called 'Hendy', which in Welsh roughly translates as 'Old House'. I never saw a ghost but meeting some of the local Joneses, Matthewses, Hugheses, they would introduce themselves like this:
'Hi, I'm Ivor, My cousin's mother's aunty died in your downstairs toilet.'
This happened too many times for me to ever feel completely comfortable as I tucked myself into someone's death-bed.
('Hi, I'm Ivor, My cousin's mother's aunty died in your downstairs toilet.'
This happened too many times for me to ever feel completely comfortable as I tucked myself into someone's death-bed.
andythetwig,
Tue 28 Oct 2003, 9:54,
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