We were all prepared for the Halloween onslaught last night – bucket of sweets by the door and a lit carved pumpkin on the wall by the gate to advertise that we were to be trick or treated, but no-one came.
We don’t generally get many kids in costumes visiting on All Hallows Eve as we live on a main road, but the bad weather must have kept accompanying parents at home.
At least we had made the effort though, or rather my son had, spending a couple of hours carving a scary looking pumpkin, illuminated by a tea light (why do they call them that?).
I had intended to get a photo of it in the dark, but I’m afraid that what you see above is all that was left of it after some little scrotes decided to play football with it at some point.
It was still intact when I left to collect Miss P from work at around 9:10pm, but had disappeared by the time we got home by ten. It was Master P who rescued it from the gutter a little time later.
Why do they do that? We weren’t too bothered, but for all they knew it could have been some child’s handiwork that they’d smashed to bits. Typical of the times I’m afraid.