Despite the sign prepared by Miss Eleven, and the magnificent scary spider contributed by the younger Miss Eight, not a single trick or treater came to our front door last night. We know that there were trick or treaters about in the neighbourhood; the Misses Eight went to a party a couple of streets over, and come home with a magnificent sugar high haul, but evidently our street just wasn’t sufficiently inviting. Perhaps it has a reputation for being inhabited by curmudgeons.
Oh well. We’ll just have to eat the butterscotch sweets ourselves.