.... random rants and rambles. no agenda. yet.

Last night, an endless stream of trick or treaters came to our door to admire our magnificent pumpkin, be given jelly brains, and be scared by C, who was wearing the scary devil mask that A gave me years ago.

Most of them were unbearably cute, and quite honestly, I think they missed the point, the point being; they were supposed to scare us into giving them sweeties so that they didn't trash our garden. That's the whole point of TRICK OR TREAT, innit? Sadly, the children in our corner of West Yorkshire are very non-threatening. A typical conversation went like this:

C (opening door with mask on): Boo!

Small children: Eek! [silence]

C: Well!

Small children (in quiet, meek voices): Er, trick or treat.

C: What's the trick?

Small children: [silence]

C: Er, OK. Do you all like BRAINS?

Small children: Yes!

[We hand out jelly brains. Then repeat whole sequence x15, intercut with visits to the kitchen.]

C's favourites were the ones who didn't say anything at all, just standing there, stock still, until they were given another dose of E numbered confectionery to help them to bounce off the walls.

However, points must go to the very last one, who rolled up at about 9.30pm, after obviously stealing his younger brother's cape (I doubt the rest of the costume would have fit). After C told him, rather crossly, that all of the jelly brains had been taken by the little children and there were only gingerbread men left, he said cheerfully, "that'll do!", grabbed some and scarpered.

I feel old!