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supertinksI am impressed. I've made it to 8.30pm and not one trick-or-treater. This is down to one of three reasons:
a) no-one is actually doing the rounds here
b) they all remembered how rude I was to them last year and the year before so we've developed a reputation as the grumpy house noone bothers with, or
c) they are knocking, but cos I've turned the telly up so loud I can't hear them (despite being sat pretty close to the front door)
I disagree with trick-or-treating. Its no better than begging, and I disagree with that too.
Although this time of year always brings to mind a funny memory of my Dad and me, playing a joke on my Mum. See he was over the rugby club, and Mum was preparing dinner at home. She told me to go over the road and fetch me Dad home, cos he was late. It was Halloween, and it was raining. I walked over to the club, got my Dad, and we walked back home. Just as we were approaching the house Dad, who was a little worse for wear on account of all the Guinness, suggested that instead of going up the side path and in the back door like normal, we would crouch down and sneak around to the front gate (having to hide under a huge golfing umbrella!) and pretend to be trick-or-treaters. I remember it being very silly, and Mum not being very impressed!
Jamie is out this evening, its the first month in ages when they've made loads of placements - his team was the most profitable this month in the entire company (nationally). So the three of them have gone out for drinks and a meal (Champagne in the Sahara Bar, followed by a Thai restaurant, probably followed by more drinks in a bar) although Jamie promises he wont be out too late.
Which means I've been at home all alone all day, and all evening too! Am possibly going a little mad.
However, I have done much. I did all the laundry (although the last wash is still sitting in the machine, waiting to be taken upstairs and hung up to dry). I did Study, and I also went to Hobbycraft and Homebase and picked up the necessary bits and bobs to make a curtain for the stairs, and to fix Jamie's necklace. I am now relaxing in front of the telly, with Cardiff Blues vs Bath in the Anglo-Welsh Cup final pool round. Blues win or draw, they're in the semis. If they lose, there's all kinds of mathematical possibilities as to who would go through. Its a similar situation for my boys tomorrow (up in Northampton) and for the Ospreys on Sunday (here in Reading, what we have tickets for and everything). Game is quite enjoyable and exciting at the moment. I have a very happy Mr Fidget curled up on my lap, fast asleep with all kinds of upside-down face and big stretched out paws. It is making it awkward though, as I am painting miniatures and I thought I had all the paints I needed on my table, but I've just realised I need the bronze paints, and they're over there on Jamie's painting table, and he's not here to pass them to me!
Also, I'm getting very hot but am unable to take off my cardigan, as Mr Fidget is sleeping on it.
a) no-one is actually doing the rounds here
b) they all remembered how rude I was to them last year and the year before so we've developed a reputation as the grumpy house noone bothers with, or
c) they are knocking, but cos I've turned the telly up so loud I can't hear them (despite being sat pretty close to the front door)
I disagree with trick-or-treating. Its no better than begging, and I disagree with that too.
Although this time of year always brings to mind a funny memory of my Dad and me, playing a joke on my Mum. See he was over the rugby club, and Mum was preparing dinner at home. She told me to go over the road and fetch me Dad home, cos he was late. It was Halloween, and it was raining. I walked over to the club, got my Dad, and we walked back home. Just as we were approaching the house Dad, who was a little worse for wear on account of all the Guinness, suggested that instead of going up the side path and in the back door like normal, we would crouch down and sneak around to the front gate (having to hide under a huge golfing umbrella!) and pretend to be trick-or-treaters. I remember it being very silly, and Mum not being very impressed!
Jamie is out this evening, its the first month in ages when they've made loads of placements - his team was the most profitable this month in the entire company (nationally). So the three of them have gone out for drinks and a meal (Champagne in the Sahara Bar, followed by a Thai restaurant, probably followed by more drinks in a bar) although Jamie promises he wont be out too late.
Which means I've been at home all alone all day, and all evening too! Am possibly going a little mad.
However, I have done much. I did all the laundry (although the last wash is still sitting in the machine, waiting to be taken upstairs and hung up to dry). I did Study, and I also went to Hobbycraft and Homebase and picked up the necessary bits and bobs to make a curtain for the stairs, and to fix Jamie's necklace. I am now relaxing in front of the telly, with Cardiff Blues vs Bath in the Anglo-Welsh Cup final pool round. Blues win or draw, they're in the semis. If they lose, there's all kinds of mathematical possibilities as to who would go through. Its a similar situation for my boys tomorrow (up in Northampton) and for the Ospreys on Sunday (here in Reading, what we have tickets for and everything). Game is quite enjoyable and exciting at the moment. I have a very happy Mr Fidget curled up on my lap, fast asleep with all kinds of upside-down face and big stretched out paws. It is making it awkward though, as I am painting miniatures and I thought I had all the paints I needed on my table, but I've just realised I need the bronze paints, and they're over there on Jamie's painting table, and he's not here to pass them to me!
Also, I'm getting very hot but am unable to take off my cardigan, as Mr Fidget is sleeping on it.
