I don't really do Halloween. I think the most ambitious outfit I ever wore growing up was a 'ghost', aka a yellowing white sheet, with eye holes. I recall wandering up and down my cousin's street and getting rejection after rejection. Perhaps that was just a reflection of my uninspired costume, but either way, the Halloween bubble was burst and that was that.
My parents hung on for a while longer. By that I mean they'd usually tear up to the shops at dusk to pick up some fun size chocolate bars, but until the gorgeous American family moved in next-door, we'd usually end up gorging on chocolate for weeks (ok, days).
Anyway, the Pom sent me this a couple of days ago, which made me giggle, so Happy Halloween, folks!