The Girl and Boy were invited by other friends to move on to trick or treating on our own street, but they opted out because they felt they 'already had enough candy.' Bless 'em - everything in moderation, how English they still are. Just like last year, they had at least as much fun handing out lollies at the front door.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Inexcessable?
So, Hallowe'en proper has finally come round, and we've been out trick or treating again. This time we joined up with friends who live some distance away and trawled their neighbourhood for candy. The friends' mom had explained in advance that we really didn't get American Hallowe'en at all if we didn't embrace the excess of it. The neighbourhood turned out to be bigger than I'd realised - we were out for about an hour, and the Boy in his trusty ghost outfit was virtually on his knees by the time we got back to base, both because of the distance and number of houses covered and the weight of sweeties in his swag bag.
The Girl and Boy were invited by other friends to move on to trick or treating on our own street, but they opted out because they felt they 'already had enough candy.' Bless 'em - everything in moderation, how English they still are. Just like last year, they had at least as much fun handing out lollies at the front door.
The Girl and Boy were invited by other friends to move on to trick or treating on our own street, but they opted out because they felt they 'already had enough candy.' Bless 'em - everything in moderation, how English they still are. Just like last year, they had at least as much fun handing out lollies at the front door.
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I'm disappointed not to see a photo of the fake gravestones in your garden, though the witch looks great.
ReplyDeleteMy middle son has grown out of his skeleton costume and when I offered to make him an outfit he said what was the point of that? Homemade outfits aren't scary - apparently. Then I told them we weren't going to plunder the Haribo stocks of the good citizens of the Copperfield estate and they declared it the worst Halloween ever.
Made a delicious pumpkin, garlic and chilli soup, though failed to beat Albaniana with the carving and played safe with the usual scary teeth and pointy eyes.
Opted out completely and spent an idyllic evening at the Hilton in Bromsgrove chilling out in the pool and jacuzzi(and where my asthmatic son discovered the joys of a steam room - we couldn't get him out) followed by wine and a meal in the restaurant. The kids forgot it was Halloween. The only scary moment, apparently, was when I took my make-up off.
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