Laundry Tales 05: Haunted Shawl

When Jane married her Albert I was her chief bridesmaid. That was such an innovation that I, the twenty-first century potter remembered that Jane and Albert Lorimer's wedding was a significant event. The Lorimers became family friends. We were welcome in their house. They were welcome in ours, as guests, not as a former servant and her husband.

I was aware of Martha the ghost giggling in my bedroom.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked. "You look as if you did. Can you see yourself? It's dawn."

I opened my eyes. I couldn't see anything. The scarf around my head had slipped over my face and tossing and turning during the night I had wrapped myself in a tight parcel inside that large shawl. Somehow I had crawled right inside it and bagged myself.

I struggled free as Martha's giggles faded into the distance.