I wasn’t at home for Hallowevening so missed out on terrifying children, improvising a costume from my mother’s wardrobe and eating all the Trick Or Treating sweets myself. We did carve pumpkins the evening before though, and unlike last year I was allowed to watch a horror film. (I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House. Atmospheric but not too scary, undeserving of its 1.5 star review rating on Netflix.)
My own pumpkin was far too basic to even bother photographing, but Ellie and DV made some solid efforts. Next year will be my year
I tell myself every year.