Having taken the plunge and discovered my Inner Pumpkin (see previous Blog) the next step was to display my efforts, appropriately lit, on my doorstep this Hallowevening.
I am given to understand that littl’uns dressed as ghouls and ghosties, witches and wizards, wander the streets on Hallowe’en, looking for houses displaying a welcome in the portly shape of a pumpkin. This is the
signal that indicates a visit will be appreciated and that the inhabitants of the houses in question have prepared by stocking up with goodies.
The Pumpkin, my next step was to buy something tasty to offer any Witchy Visitors. I did have my Sensible Hat on which was why I chose chocolate tea cakes, wrapped in glowing orange paper, on the basis that, should I have any left after the Evening’s
Visitation, I could serve them up to the Nomination Whist Group which will assemble at our house tomorrow afternoon and who will surely enjoy them when we break for refreshments.
I trust you are impressed with my readiness. As dusk fell, I positioned my Jack o’Lantern on the front doorstep in the position usually occupied by the Giant Penguin when the grandchildren are expected. He (she / it?) looked a trifle, well, squat
sitting there and I wasn't sure how easily passing wizards would spot him, there on the doorstep. The Middle of the Darling Daughters has the right idea - her front door step is decorated with a string of tiny pumpkin lights plus a giant cobweb complete with
spider. It looks amazing and apparently, thanks to Poundland (favourite shop of my Not So Very Little Welsh Boys) all the decorations cost less than a fiver.
it was too late for second thoughts on exterior decor. From my kitchen window as I prepared our dinner (steak haché, pepper sauce, chips and brussel sprouts - I know you savour the detail) I saw a little family, Dad, Mum and small ghost walking past.
They clearly hadn't spotted my doorstep invitation - so I stepped outside to find my night light had gone out.
I wasn't giving up on the whole Trick or Treat
business - I am made of sterner stuff. I found a couple of artificial tea lights, much loved by The Twinkles, to light up my pumpkin and turned the outside light on for good measure. Still nobody came. Perhaps it was A Good Thing, I comforted myself, bearing
in mind I hadn't broken the news to Mr B that I was inviting Ghostly Beings to visit us. Mr B, as regular readers know, is stout in the belief that the best way to celebrate Hallowe’en is to turn out all the lights, draw the curtains and pretend nobody
is at home. If our dodgy knees and hips would allow it, he would have us hiding under the dining room table for good measure.
I thought I would be finishing this
Blog with a homily on dashed expectations and dealing with disappointment - but all of a sudden we started having visitations. First, a selection of ghosts and skeletons who did their best to scare me by jumping out from the side of our porch when I opened
the door; then two girls dressed as schoolgirl zombies (no, I didn't know what they were - I had to ask); and a sweet little lad, his face decorated with a spider’s web, accompanied by his parents. He took my proffered chocolate tea cake with such sincere
delight that I gave his parents one each too.
I have five chocolate tea cakes left but I have decided that, come 9 p.m., my pumpkin and I will sign out for the
evening. It will stop Mr B from jumping out of his skin every time the doorbell rings.
What a frightful night! What fun!