Halloyawn and Forget Forget

This is the time of year that grumpyoldwomen hate with a vengeance.

There is a sign in my local shop that I lust after - it says 'Please note that all unaccompanied children will be sold to the gipsies' - I want to hang it on my front door on October 31st!

Middle son on the other hand loves this time of year. He waits on tenterhooks for the knock on the door and almost skips to the door anticipation written all over his face and flings it open, thrusting forward his huge stash of sweeties, to the sight of an almost teenage child slouching at the door wearing his normal clothes and a mask bought from the nearest poundshop. Said child mutters 'trickortreat' - dives at the bowl of goodies, having to be restrained from taking them all and leaves muttering that 'next-door had better quality sweets'.

To add to the delight of Halloween we have a (half) American family opposite who hang from a bedroom window a screeching ghost - it screeches for an average of 4 hours an evening until after Bonfire Night.

On the rare occasion that a small child dressed in a costume that had its mother burning the midnight oil appears, it is usually accompanied by said mother, who I am bound to know, and then I have to pretend to be delighted to have my evenings veiwing of repeated dross interrupted.

And then we have Bonfire Night - what is there to celebrate - the burning down of the Houses of Parliament failed! Had it succeeded I would be stood at the end of my garden burning my hard earned money with the best of them.

All together now TRICK OR TREAT.
All together now OO, AH, WOW, HOW PRETTY.

PS: Middle son wants me to point out that he is neither gay nor a paedophile (as he thinks I have made him sound) just an adult who wishes he was still young enough to dress-up and spook people. Oldest son also loves Hallloween and at the grand old age of 29 still goes to Halloween parties, dresses up and carves a pumpkin - bless him - thank goodness he no longer lives with me LMAO