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It was with a heavy heart and great sadness that I left the EU at 11pm. I hope one day we will be back. I’d return first thing tomorrow if I could.
Ha ha, I am joking of course. And it’s not a laughing matter. As even in my tiny village, the riots were so bad tonight that even tiny kids got caught up in it. I saw kids as young as 3 covered in blood and their faces battered beyond recognition. I am as Hard Brexit as the next man, but this kind of behaviour sickens even me.
In other news I took Phoebe out Trick or Treating tonight. Though I recall a year of two when my Cheddar friends and I went round the village as 14 or 15 year olds seeing if we could cadge some sweets (I remember the halfway shop gave us a good haul, not seeming to mind we were almost adults, but we were super childish and looked young so maybe the joke was on us), Trick or Treating was not really a thing when I was a child back in the 20th Century and last year on Phoebe’s first foray I stayed at home to dole out/eat the sweets and look after the baby.
But tonight my wife was out working so I had the fun of walking round the dark, cold village, hoping none of our excited kids would be knocked over by the rush hour traffic. My daughter had been so looking forward to this - and why wouldn’t she? She loves sweets and was going to get loads for free. This morning when she woke up, she said “It’s Halloween” in a spooky voice, knowing we’d hear it on the monitor.
So it was fun to watch her glee as she went round the village dressed as a witch with a frog’s face. Even though she couldn’t really see out of the frog mask she insisted on wearing it the entire time. Otherwise what kind of a frog witch would she have been?
There was a disco to go to after the sweet collection, but I was quite relieved that Phoebe was too tired to go (she might be following in my footsteps in terms of preferring the early night and/or preferring to going home and eating Haribo to socialising). I ate the Haribo that my in-laws hadn’t distributed to the urchins in the village. Oh dear. Happy Halloween.
