Halloween – who needs children?

It’s that time of year again when perfectly sensible people dress up in silly costumes, scrape the middles out of large vegetables and give treats to children who stand on the doorstep threatening to do bad things.

Yes it’s Halloween and it makes kids of us all – Husband and I included. But this year both our boys (my step-children) are grown up and not in the least bit interested any more. Alex is 19 and away at university learning how to get into debt, Charlie is 16 and way too cool for all that nonsense.

Trouble is, Husband and I are big kids at heart and have therefore decided to ‘do’ Halloween anyway – even if that does make us a bit weird. We will buy two huge pumpkins (like the beasts in the picture which I photographed in the gardens at Wightwick Manor), we will scrap out the middle with spoons and cut out scary faces, we will put candles inside and proudly light them – kids or no kids. We will also rent a scary movie to watch with the lights out, eat ‘scary’ food like hot Chile or Beetlejuice cupcakes and maybe even wear strange outfits. Just a normal Saturday night in then…

But seriously, who says we have to grow up just because our children do?