I was happily eating my lunch, when my wife Sarah said, “I saw Satan yesterday.”

Which was a bit of a meal stopper.

“Where was this?'“ I replied.

“Oh, he was sitting in the hot tub giving everyone those terrible evil eyes. You know the bloke who was completely bald,” said Sarah.

“Yes, I was in the changing room with him! but I didn’t notice his eyes.”

“You wouldn’t, you don’t like giving people direct eye contact.”

Ah, not giving people direct eye contact. Sometimes it pays to be shy and withdrawn, I thought..

She carried on, “I had to swim with my eyes closed, just in case he caught me with that evil stare. I got  an evil aura about that man.”

“I saw him get out of a bright red convertible. It looked expensive and new,” I replied.

“Yes, the wages of sin and wickedness no doubt.” Sarah said, somewhat triumphantly.

We went to the swimming baths again the other day and you can be sure we kept an eye out for a sighting of “Satan”.

But thankfully he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. So Sarah could swim with her eyes open that day.

As we got ready to go  home I told Sarah, “I saw Satan when I got out. He was in the changing rooms talking to an old man. Maybe he was making him an offer for his soul?”

And sure enough there was Satan’s bright red convertible in the car park.

It's been a few months since I last saw Satan. But I know he’s out there looking for a soul.

You don’t forget a face like that.