Trick or treat
One of the many good things about my new flat is that it’s a flat; I don’t have to worry about kids coming to the front door to Trick-Or-Treat (or, more correctly, extort sweets with menaces - gotta love the ASBO generation) as they can’t get to my front door, they can only get to the front door of the block. The flats are also new and still on what looks like a building site. This greatly reduces the chances of little (and not so little) oiks coming to the door and desecrating it with eggs if their demands for treats are not met. Should, for whatever reason, these defences be breached I will further hamper efforts by not being in for most of the evening since it beats the hell out of sitting in the house with the lights off hoping that nothing gets damaged (I used to seriously worry about the girlfriends car at my old house). There is a certain irony that I still have quite a few sweets from my rather large purchase a while ago. These are mine. I do not share with yoofs.
