All the ghostly houses in Rock Park have a story to tell...

I laughed out loud at the thought of a witch's coven and spells and my friend Marion who had just bought a house in a lovely part of Wirral known as Rock Park, full of large houses and beautiful gardens which had a certain splendour about them.

It was a sunny April day my friend Marion and hubby Peter and me had been busy packing up the old house and unpacking in the new one which was in fact newer than 212 Rock Park villas.

Three large rooms downstairs and a seperate kitchen larder. The upstairs was really grand: two master bedrooms, two guest bedrooms nursery and playroom plus two bathrooms shower room and ensuite. Not to mention an attic, very well established, and as if it couldn't get any better a lovely summerhouse in at the bottomn of a splendidly landscaped garden.

Suddenly the sky darkened and the heavens opened throwing down a merciless April shower - no a deluge. I was in the middle of carrying a tea set and as I ran indoors I slipped and dropped the beautiful blue wedgewood teaset.

Throwing myself down I attempted to gather up the pieces when I heard Marion scream. She screamed again then appeared saying:

'Someone pulled my hair!'

I was a bit unsure how to reply to her.

'This house is haunted,' she gulped.

'Haunted?' I said.

'Yes! I know what I felt.'

An Old Lady Told Me I Had Moved Into A Witch's Coven

An old lady told me I had moved into a witch's coven. 'Good!' I replied, 'I hope they can cast a good luck spell for me.'

This had been one of the most painful days I could remember, even more painful than discovering that Jeff was having an affair.

Twenty four years of dutiful acceptance and should I say complete faithfulness to a man who was what could only be described as a habitual adulterer once would have been enough but to find out he had been at it FOR MOST OF OUR MARRIAGE the pain and humiliation was almost too much to bear. Now here I was, late forties, my two children settled at each end of the country happily I can say as I managed to protect them from too much upset and sadness.

Jeff said it was not my fault I was a good wife and it was all his fault. I did not answer, I just got my best pair of kitchen scissors and cut up all his clothes. There were other things I could have cut off but I stopped at the clothes.

I am now in this nice little cul-de-sac at my nice bungalow which I have bought due to my knee and hip replacement. Osteopsorosis is a ravager of bones and I can't do stairs.

I am looking forward, as my mum used to say, be careful what you wish for but surely a little magic isn't too much to ask. Maybe I'll get a visit from the head witch wouldn't that be interesting?

my heart raced at new brighton

i met david at new brighton he was filming i was giddy all day like a groupie i have a serious crush crush. shh let me tell