Halloween

Every year a mum at the top of our street organises a mass trick or treat event on halloween. We all meet at the top of the street at 7pm and start door knocking, stopping only at the houses who have posted her flyer in their window. We missed out last year as Scarlett had chicken pox, but this year we joined in. We invited Essie and Simon and their kids Juno and Finn alongwith Rob and Freya and their girls Saskia and Faren for a late lunch and then at 7 headed up the road dressed as fairies, devils and Bob the builders. It was a right laugh and the kids came back with a huge amount of lollies and ended up staying up until 10pm with Rob watching Mary Poppins.
In other frightening news, Rob has finally shaved off his beard. I was supportive up to a point,but since it reached a food catching length, I am glad to see it gone.

This week I managed to swap some days around so that I was able to take Thursday off. With the girls at school and daycare and Rob sleeping off a nightshift, I had the day to myself. After dropping off Flo I went for a run, and can now manage the whole of the bay run - 7km - which I'm chuffed to bits about. On my way to the run in the car I overheard a book club discussion on the radio about The Road which I felt compelled to join in. I rang in and got a few moments on air to say what I thought about it. After faffing around a bit at home after my run, I then headed off to the local spa to fulfill a gift voucher given to me by the girls for Mothers' Day back in May. I had a monumentally fantastic facial followed by a prolonged head massage, that went on for so long I wondered if the therapist had nodded off. Like anyone, I can only take a certain amount of plinky plonky spa background music, but what was a wonderful experience turned slightly sour when I was forced to listen to the theme from Titanic played on the pan pipes. No, no, no. On so many levels - NO!