So the Baldwins have departed leaving one small plastic skeleton dangling forlornly from our curtain rail. Hallowe’en is officially over.
It is possible that you didn’t get the full picture from Jack and Hazel’s blog the other day. They did make me laugh, and I appreciated their input - but there seemed to be quite a lot about their visit to the dentist and not enough about
the truly amazing preparations I had undertaken in advance of their visit. In the interests of completeness, I thought I would fill you in on a few additional, but very important, details.
First of all, there was the Giant Penguin who sits on our doorstep to welcome young visitors (and my sister who, like me, is a Child At Heart.) Last time they came, Jack and Hazel complained that I was getting a bit lazy about dressing
up said penguin, on the basis that he was wearing much the same as last time they came to stay. I was stung to the quick by this criticism and, bearing in mind that the Critical Ones were arriving on Hallowe’en itself, Mr B and I searched the shelves
of Hallowe’en goodies (or, presumably, baddies?) in Tescos to find a suitably scary mask which would fit over the penguin’s rather large head. When we arrived home and tried it out, the effect was remarkably enhanced by the fact that the
penguin’s orange beak bulged out of the eye-holes. It was truly horrible. To cover his furry body, I added my silver butterfly top which, from a distance, and set in context if you know what I mean, looked just a little bit like a cobweb.
Team Baldwin were impressed – though I couldn’t help remembering that Young Sam (Eldest of the Little Welsh Boys) prefers the penguin not to be dressed up at
all but says he should be “just natural.” There speaks a True Animal Lover.
My next trick, after dressing the penguin and plonking him on the doorstep,
was to adorn the Youngest of the Darling Daughter’s bed with a white towel folded into the shape of a swan. Regular readers will remember that I learned to do this on our Cyprus holiday but this is only the second time I have been able to try out my
skill in earnest. The first time was on our last day in our hotel when I left a carefully folded swan for our room maid, along with our tip. She seemed rather more interested in the money than my towelling creation but I am sure she was secretly thrilled.
The Baldwins actually arrived before I had a chance to fashion the swan but I managed to demonstrate How To Turn A Towel Into a Beautiful Swan in a Few Short Minutes to Jack
and Hazel while their mum was unloading the car. They cast their eyes heavenwards in a “What will she get up to next?” gesture but I am confident that they were impressed in their own, teenage way.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters had brought along a whole treasure chest of Hallowe’en decorations so that our table when we sat down to dinner bore an impressive array of spooky stuff, including a burning skull.
Apart from Mr B who declared himself too old for such goings-on, we all wore something out of the treasure chest. Jack wore a witch’s nose, I wore some cat’s ears (Miaowy Cat would have been proud of me) and Hazel wore an upturned plastic cauldron
on her head. These adornments stood us in good stead when we filmed our own version of “Thriller”, starring Hazel but with guest appearances by all of us, including Mr B who suddenly got in touch with his Scary Side and made a valuable contribution
to the final film. We all think it is hilarious but it is unlikely that you will see it at next year’s Cannes Film Festival.
We put the penguin out
on the doorstep the next day to welcome Young Faris, along with his mum, the Middle of the Darling Daughters. I had sorted out, in advance, all the age-appropriate toys from the cupboard but I needn’t have bothered. As far as Faris was concerned,
the best game of the day was ripping up sheets of paper into small pieces. Giggles galore greeted every rip. He is going to LOVE Christmas wrapping paper.
we will be celebrating, not Hallowe’en, but the Eldest of the Darling Daughter’s recent birthday. She is All Grown Up now, of course, but if you want to read about an earlier birthday, click on The Way We Were. Young Faris will be back, with
his mum who makes sure that her little lad never misses out on any Family Fun. I shall have to stock up on paper.
And yes, of course, the penguin will be back
on the doorstep....