The candles have been extinguished, the pumpkins look more sad than spooky. Another Halloween has been and gone.
When I was little we didn’t get passing zombies, our house was off the beaten path, they never made it far enough along our road.
Trick or treat, Halloween is a festival that’s leaves me cold. I am not big on fancy dress and I don’t like the expectation of treats on demand.
I drop into survival mode and wait around at work until the ghouls have departed. I avoid the mobs and get to see the stragglers working their way home, weighed down by their bounty.
To be fair some kids really put the effort in, some parents too, and that’s a joy. But others of an awkward age just use it as an excuse to kick something up in someone’s garden. This disrespect of property bugs me.
Pulling in to our drive I was both surprised and impressed to see we had made a cardboard sweets dispenser. This ingenious mechanism limited how many treats each group of zombies could take.
Unfortunately some kid helped himself to the torch that lit it up. A ghastly affair.