The Cursed

I am one tired bunny today who is fighting off a heavy cold. To most people who have a cold, it's a not a very nice inconvenience, but with me... it wipes the floor with you, as well as fills your oxygen nose specs up with a runny nose.
I guess the standing about in the rain on Tuesday night, talking to the police about my car accident, hasn't actually helped, but there are lots of colds going around.
A bit naughty, but I did go out last night I admit, but I have had this booked for ages and I wasn't going to let a cold stop me. I will no doubt find out if that gun ho attitude has landed me in trouble as the weekend goes on.

The night out that I had planned was attending 'The Cursed'. A Halloween evening event held at Cressing Temple where I used to work as a Tudor Goodwife many, many moons ago. And believe me, when locking up the 11th century barns on your own when the sun was going down, it was a pretty 'hairs standing up on the back of your neck' experience at the best of times!
Anyway our gang of merry men and women set off with me doing a pretty damn good impression of 'Fungus the bogey man' with the amount of snot I had up my nose I hasten to add, but luckily for me and the event, it was very mild and dry while we were queuing at various checkpoints.
If you haven't been this year, please go next year as I kid you not...it's a very different night out.
You have nine different mazes in total to find your way around and all you can hear once you enter the site, is young ladies and probably older ones too, screaming their socks off. My personal favourite scream was the one where you heard a scream which tailors off into a scared laugh straight afterwards. This is where they are trying to be brave in front of their friends and are shocked that they got so spooked.
Believe me, some of those mazes were really scary.
You'd look one way, because you were convinced that you could see something on the other side or running away in the darkness, only to have a shutter snap open behind you and a head pop out shouting 'get out!' or manic laughing in your ear.
I apologise now to the good person who will get my heart when this transplant goes ahead, as I certainly put it through it's paces last night, so they are getting a good strong one! I actually leaped up in the air doing a strange little dance, quite a few times.
And it was very hard for someone like me who normally swears like a trooper when stressed, but was on their best behaviour as there was youngsters there too...what kind of parent brings their young children I ask? If they have to wash their children's sheets for a week because the children has peed in them each night, well I think that's revenge on their parents to taking them to some where like that in the first place... Anyway I diverse again, where I would normally say something rude, I found myself saying 'Oh I say' or 'Deary deary me' or if very frightened it would be 'Ooo hello!', but somehow that didn't actually cut it.
Julie did get told off by a dead asylum inmate for swearing, which made us all giggle like naughty schoolgirls, until the next beastie jumped out at you! I am so glad that Julie wore her extra large Tenor Lady, as she has an extremely weak bladder at the best of times. I don't call her the snail trail for nothing!
I was very naughty at one point... when what seemed that we were surrounded by the walking dead and they seemed to making a bee line for me... and that I yelled out 'Don't hurt me, I'm a raspberry ripple'. For those of you unsure what that means, google Cockney rhyming slang.
Anyway, I do believe that I heard a couple of the undead, giggling in the darkness!

So today, I've been resting up and staying indoors. I have to get rid of whatever is brewing inside me, so it's now me time.

Lots of love Debbie x