Oh The Horror
Those kids who came looking for Halloween grub at my door tonight will think better of it next year. As you can see I decided to discard my day-to-day disguise and greet them as my real self. Some will need years of counselling.
What prompted me to enter into the spirit of things was an item on today's Highland Cafe. Apparently some people in Inverness are campaigning to stop the 'guisers from knocking on doors when they are not welcome. This is a pity because the children here really do seem to approach the whole festival in the traditional way. They come to the door with jokes and songs prepared and they (or their parents) do put a lot of effort into their costumes. Tonight, for example, I saw a skeleton army and a girl dressed up like a Sumo wrestler.
When we lived on the outskirts of Glasgow the teenagers would come to the door wearing hoodies and threatening to pelt your windows with eggs if you didn't hand over hard cash.
It wasn't a whole lot of fun.
At seven o'cIock tonight, I sent the Zedettes out on to the streets and said they would be locked out if they didn't come back with bags stuffed with chocolate, satsumas and monkey nuts.
They didn't disappoint. I jjust hope they're not expecting me to share any of that swag with them.
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