"Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing'
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and babble
'Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and caldron bubble."
Little Wanna sat forlornly by the door, then peeked through the timber venetian blinds in the study and still no-one came knocking for Halloween. Ro-Ro gave up and went to bed. I think because it was a school night, and last year the street was completely overwhelmed with trick or treaters - some of whom received a less than favourable reception around the neighbourhood - that folk decided to lie low. Private parties seem to be the fashion this year. Thankfully one group of witches rang the doorbell so we were able to dispense some sweets. I've mixed feelings about this imported custom. Still, the girls got into costume with the next door neighbours and whizzed back and forth between the two houses giggling excitedly.
Charly was completely pooped after a two day, two night Guide Camp in no-less-an-exciting venue than Queanbeyan High School. (It was meant to be the show grounds originally but changed for some inexplicable reason.) Three hundred girls dossed down in a gymnasium and assembly hall ... in the rain. I take my hat off to the organisers. Charly didn't know a soul but made the best of it and joined a sweet Unit of Junior Guides from Weston Creek. Bravo girls! So nice to have her home.
Verse: The Witches' Caldron from Macbeth by William Shakespeare.
Photo by me: The Mummy and the Witch in Princess Slippers.
