No, no. Witches do not strip and run round in the forest naked with broomsticks. Well, not our lot anyway. We’re a bit too old. It’s another of those modern day myths – like the fat lady whose bottom formed a seal on the aeroplane’s toilet – when she flushed her insides were sucked out by the high altitude. Generally we just get together for a coffee and to discuss fabrics. The blood? That’s for Susan, one of her recipes for brown. She’s into batique – does some wonderful things with hot wax.
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