For me there is only one way to begin a book
with a type of “Wek-en-Rig” which catches the
reader’s attention immediately “Mrs B was lying
under the sink listening to the pipes & wondering
whether the cistern was going to explode" -
When asked “Are you dead?” she replied “No,
buzz off, I am waiting for the house to blow up”
the perfect beginning for a book about a ghost
who wears a dusty hat to the shops & who feels
aggrieved and put upon when people sit on him -
When boarding the bus with a small human friend,
this is the stuff my dreams are made of, though it's
difficult to remain calm in the kitchen as my beloved
is surveying the place with a jaundiced eye while
walking up and down like a Daddy Long Legs
Complaining as far as he goes: he is unhappy that
our son moved back, he is unhappy that the tanks
ran dry before the rain, he is angry that the guest
room disintegrates under our son’s care; the litany
of endless woes goes on and on and on -
As my laptop is terribly unstable on the laptop stand,
I can’t carry it around any more and have to listen to
this endless lament - and so I just want it duly noted
that should I clobber my beloved over the head and
he should end up dead, I was provoked beyond all
Human endurance, only my book about the inventive
ghost enables me to remain quietly standing in front
of my laptop instead of helping him out of his misery!
[p.9 "The Ghost and Bertie Boggin" - Catherine Sefton]
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