I'm starting to feel a bit chirpier - I know that tomorrow Megan and I are off to London for a few days. It'll be a nice break for both of us though I know Megan will miss Brody hugely.
Megan is very excited - it's Halloween. She sticks up the skeletons, the spider's webs and spiders, and the ghost on the window. Sweets are emptied in a bowl, and the outfit is prepared. One downside - it's raining. Typical. Sunshine yesterday, rain today. I recall last year's outing trick or treating, also in pouring rain. I was decked out in coat, waterproof trousers and wellies, and a brolly. Looks like that'll be my Halloween outfit again this year. I have a sudden panic - what'll I do with Brody? This is answered when my friend rings later to say she will collect and drop off Megan so I can stay with pup. I then wonder what he'll be like when loads of scary looking kids knock on the door every 5 mins. Problem soon resolved - Steve is home in time to answer most of the door knocks. He also arrives home with the stairgate. We're both relieved the great escape route will be out of bounds. However, we soon discover that the stairgate does not fit our stairs. Groan, panic, despair. We temporarily prop it up against the stairs to form a slight barrier, until something more permanent can be arranged. Brody watches with firstly a look of slight inquisitiveness, which slowly turns into realisation as to what is occurring. He approaches the bottom of the stairs, attempts to push through the middle of the bars, then round the side of the bars, then under the bottom - all to no avail. But wait, he has another plan. He squeezes under the bottom stair from behind the staircase and attempts access from there - how clever (or cunning?) is he? I'm impressed! But plan thwarted clever clogs! He resorts to sitting and whining instead. Steve and I have a small gloat inside, until we realise our own access upstairs is now blocked, and the only way to get passed the gate is to step over it. No problem if you're Colin Jackson, but for me near groin strain and twist injury. The things we have to suffer.
Megan returns from trick or treating with her treat bag only a quarter full and a sad look on her face. "They went to hardly any houses, they missed out loads, even those with lights on and pumpkins outside." Another sad look. I stare outside - it's dark, cold and the rain is lashing down. I consider my options. I look at Meg's face. I sigh. "Would you like me to take you out to more houses?" "Yes please!" she replies without hesitation. So out we go. I always wonder why we have to go through this ritual. We have two bowls of sweets at home, yet we go out begging for them from strangers. And their sweets are nowhere near as nice as ours. Not a single Cadbury choc bar in her bag, just yucky chewy additive-filled goo.
The rest of the evening is spent packing for our trip to London. Very excited.
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