Trick-Or-Treaters
Having been shunned by trick-or-treaters during Halloween last year, I was prepared to be disappointed again. But there were witches in the streets as I walked home yesterday and I even heard some kids chorussing "trick or treat" on my estate. So I quickly put candles on the kitchen windowsill and I cut out some of my patented vampire ghosties to stick on the window, hoping the kids would see them.
Just after seven, there was a knock on the door. "Trick or treat", said a small witch, a boy covered in rubbish bags (don't ask me) and an older boy in ordinary clothing. I obliged with lollies but stopped at the third boy.
"Hmm, you don't look like you're wearing a costume."
"Um, I'm a teenage boy who turns into a zombie at full moon."
Uh-huh. "Convince me."
Good sport that he was, he gave it his all and was sufficiently convincing that I asked the small witch to turn him into a harmless frog instead. Zombie boy got his lollies too and was particularly pleased because they were his favourites.
And that was it. I saw at least two more groups doing the rounds but they didn't come near us.
That wasn't all of the Halloween activity though. American Anne (Party Organiser Extraordinaire) had a Halloween party again. Wingnut got a number of votes for scariest costume. He'd gone as a Pratchett Pusher. He had a Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler type of tray hanging from his neck on which he'd placed an assortment of books by Terry Pratchett and he was wearing a badge which read "Hi! My name is Wingnut. Ask me about Pratchett!" The idea that he might be serious really worried a couple of people, snh, snh, snh.
Just after seven, there was a knock on the door. "Trick or treat", said a small witch, a boy covered in rubbish bags (don't ask me) and an older boy in ordinary clothing. I obliged with lollies but stopped at the third boy.
"Hmm, you don't look like you're wearing a costume."
"Um, I'm a teenage boy who turns into a zombie at full moon."
Uh-huh. "Convince me."
Good sport that he was, he gave it his all and was sufficiently convincing that I asked the small witch to turn him into a harmless frog instead. Zombie boy got his lollies too and was particularly pleased because they were his favourites.
And that was it. I saw at least two more groups doing the rounds but they didn't come near us.
That wasn't all of the Halloween activity though. American Anne (Party Organiser Extraordinaire) had a Halloween party again. Wingnut got a number of votes for scariest costume. He'd gone as a Pratchett Pusher. He had a Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler type of tray hanging from his neck on which he'd placed an assortment of books by Terry Pratchett and he was wearing a badge which read "Hi! My name is Wingnut. Ask me about Pratchett!" The idea that he might be serious really worried a couple of people, snh, snh, snh.