JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Broom

I always park my broom in the garden when I return from the supermarket. It has its own private reserved place. Taking it down to the garage is complicated becaise of the stairs. I have my cat and bird to keep an eye on it. It is a kick start, just sit on it push off from the ground and up it goes: much quicker than the car, as you can just fly over the traffic problems on the roads and have no red lights to stop you. I also do not have to fill it with gas. Yes, my broom and I are parners. Where I go, my broom goes as well.

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Broom

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Bat

Carpet Beater

What’s that? It is a bat for a carpet, a carpet beater. Real live blood sucking bats we do not have where I live. Sometimes on the summer evenings there might be something small fluttering around, and definitely not a bird, so it is a bat.

I had a cricket bat once, but cannot find it. Cricket is a summer game played by England and its ex-colonies and you have a large wooden bat to hit the ball.

And so I was left with the carpet beater, it is also a bat, it bats the dust out of the carpet.

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Bat

Daily Prompt: A cloaked Impression


“Dracky what are you doing in that cupboard?”

“I am looking for something Morticia. Do you know where my black satin cloak with the red silk lining is?”

“You mean the one that you dragged out of your grandfathers coffin. It was already bat eaten when you wore it the first time. I had to repair all the damage.”

“Of course, it was a valuable piece of family inheritance. Grandad said that the family chief vampire should always wear it at halloween. It is halloween and I have nothing to wear.”

“But your have a selecion of halloween cloaks. I always like the one with the genuine red fox fur, it made you look so sexy.”

“Vampires are not supposed to look sexy Morticia, we are to look scary and bloodthirsty. The colour of my red lined cloak matched so perfectly with my eyes. Where is it Morticia?”

“I gave it to the second hand shop for unemployed vampires. I thought it could serve a good purpose. It was full of stains from last year and they didn’t come out in the wash.”

“Of course it was stained, no self-respecting vampire comes home from a night at halloween without a stained cloak. It belongs to the event.*

“It was too small in any case.”

“It fitted me perfectly.”

“It did before I washed it, but I had to use the special biological wash and it shrunk.”

“It shrunk? Granfather Hemlock wore it for at least 200 years and it never shrunk.”

“But his wife never washed it either. It stunk of all sorts of strange objects. Even the cemetery smelt like a perfume factory in comparison. And those bat wings on the collar were beginning to turn mouldy.”

“It was a family heirlom.”

“Stop crying, I bought you a new one. I was keeping it for your birthday as a surprise, but if you insist of a red lined cloak you can have it now.”

“Oh, I love gifts, Show me. Oh!”

“What is wrong?”

“The label says Made in Hong Kong.”

“What is wrong with that. They also make good cloakes.”

“But I like my cloaks to be genuine bat wing and this says 100% nylon, washing machine proof – dries within an hour.”

“Yes, I know, very practical. The blood kept blocking my washing machine drainage system. This cloak is far more practical. It is bug repellent and blood resistant. Stop complaining Dracky, it is not the end of the world.”

“I have already done the end of the world Morticia and believe me it was not so bad as mixing with the boys in a cloak Made in Hong Kong. They are bad quality. I prefer them to be Made in Transysvannia. I will be the laugh of the pack and my record for collecting the most varying blood groups is in danger. Nossy is already only one blood group behind mine.”

“Yes and Mrs. Nosferatu was complaining that his cloak lining now had at least 10 different shades of red. Your new cloak has built in sensors for rare blood groups.”

“Really, oh in that case let me try it on, although it seems to be a bit electric.”

“You will get used to that Dracky. That is because it is nylon with the built in electric sensor. The teeth marks are no longer just two points of blood but a zig-zack symbol, just like lightening.”

“Oh great. At last I have something that the boys won’t have. You deserve  a special bite for that.”

“Wait until midnight Dracky, your bites are always more romantic.”

Daily Prompt: A cloaked Impression

Good Morning

Autumn garden

It is a genuine Autumn morning today. Even my little back garden has put on its red, orange and yellow dress for the occasion. My sedum at the front is a thankful appearance. It begins to grow in Spring, eventually flowers in late summer and the red dried flowers stay during the winter to add a little colour to the frozen garden. I cut them back after Winter and notice that the new shoots are already appearing for the next year. I seem to be getting soft and sentimental with my thoughts in my golden oldie years.

Renovation 12.10 (1)

These are new drainpipes in the photo. Now why is she showing drainpipes, nothing special. It seems they arrived as an extra surprise on our building site. Our painters have been busy painting everything that appeared under their rollers, as well as the old draining system on the balconies. They spruced everything up with new coats of paint and were proud of their achievement. Unfortunately someone forgot to tell them that the old pipes will be replaced by something bigger and better.

The new pipes have now arrived: dull grey metal pipes, much wider than the older pipes, so let us hope they will fit. These might also be painted and the ones that they spent time on painting during the past weeks, will now be removed and go to the happy pipe hunting grounds. One of those little misunderstandings on a building site, although at least it gave the painters something to do. The “architect” which is not really an architect, but the organiser of the whole concept, is now on holiday, so anything could happen.

A worker just entered our terrotory and he will probably be fitting our system with the new drainage pipes. We have also heard that today we will get the winders to our blinds which have been hovering at the top of our windows for decoration. The problem is we will be shopping for 1-2 hours this morning and they will probably have to enter our appartment to do the necessary work. On top of this our upstairs neighbour is on holiday and we have her appartment key, so for a while no-one will be here to let them in. We are hoping to see the workers of the blinds before we go to work something out. However, blind workers have a different timetable. They have vampire aspects and seem to be shy of daylight, only turning up later in the day when their eyes have got used to the lighting effects.

Moon 12.10 (6)

I was busy with my moon photos again yesterday morning and now we have a half moon. This morning the moon was back again, but even smaller. I have now decided to wait until I get a full moon for a chance of my Pulitzer prize.

We are again planning for the week-end shopping, but it only seems yesterday when I planned the last week-end. Time is slipping through my fingers too fast for comfort. It seems life is  full of week-ends, but I suppose it is when you are a golden oldie. Mr. Swiss and I are still discussing the composition of the menu, but are running out of ideas.

In the meanwhile my asters are opening more and more daily. The week-end is ahead so make the most of it, it only comes once a week, unless you are a golden oldie, then it arrives daily. Enjoy – see you around.

Asters 12.10 (3)