I always go trick or treating with the kids. Like ALWAYS. Every year.
Well, you know, I walk round with them, stand at the end of people's drives in the cold and rain and shout thank you when kind people chuck sweets in their buckets. I don't actually dress up and do the thing myself. That's just odd I think.
But this year the little one's off to a party and the big one wants to trick or treat with her mates. I am redundant! My services are no longer required. I'm on the Halloween scrap heap.
I suppose I will just have to stay at home and chuck sweets in other kids' buckets. And have a glass of wine. And maybe a curry. With the other half. In our warm house. Shame...