Scaredy, Scaredy Custard...

I recall the title phrase as a little ditty sung by schoolchildren in my youth. I'm not sure why the custard bit is included ? I'm not frightened by much...except trying to swim! Water itself doesn't frighten me. We had boats on the Thames and it was my job to jump ashore with the ropes. Of course I wore a life jacket just in case; (it was never needed).

I regret not being able to swim as I've tried so hard, having had many lessons as a teenager and an adult...all to no avail. For you see I don't like seeing the water coming towards my face and for many years I couldn't shower without trepidation! I did learn to float and propel myself on my back, but as soon as I turn over I'm sunk (pardon the pun). I can't get the breathing part right at all. Having thought about it I think I may have had a frightening experience on Aberdeen beach as a child for I recall going home in my underwear as my clothes were wet. So did a wave come over me? Did I fall in? I don't know.

What else might I be apprehensive about? I accept  possible "ghostly" occurrences, and do not question others on their beliefs or experiences. My late husband seemed to be in tune with these possibilities, having had an experience as a teenager, that again manifested in our homes. It didn't frighten me as I accepted what happened and dealt with it in a practical way. My only perception was a scent...a smell of fish. Whereas my husband was touched and 'saw' a spirit.

Anything else ? Why yes! I recall as a toddler that a tiger walked across the end of the bed. I'd forgotten that...I guess I might have been afraid.

I'm afraid (at last you say!) I'm afraid I don't have a poem this week as I've been away for a week.

Anyway, take care out there...

Thanks for reading, Kath.

Me holding onto the shower screen...help!!!