Every year my wife says about 6pm "have you put a no trick or treat notice on the door". "Nope" I reply "have you"? "You're the only one with a printer" comes the reply. "But you could use my computer" it goes on. Eventually after 10 mins of tit for tat I realise I am not going to win and gravitate to the front room for the evening where I have to endure the company of my two dogs, a couple of pints of Newcastle Brown and an open coal fire. God how I hate Halloween
We've decided that we will open the door until 7pm for trick or treaters as that's the normal bedtime for the little ones. But after that they can forget it, bastard teenagers with a poxy mask trying to scrounge sweets. You spend a whole year teaching kids not to take sweets from strangers, and then on one day it's told it's ok to knock on anyone's door and get as many as you can? Anyway I had the last laugh last night, I went out as Christine the possessed car, you should of seen the bastards ran as I drove done the pavement.
