Well, the pumpkin carving went quite well and nobody lost an eye or anything like that. I think it looks quite spooky. At the risk of causing him some embarrassment, #1 did actually faint one year after witnessing my sliding the knife into his pumpkin’s eye. It was all too much for him and he did a spectacularly funny wobbly sort of dance before blacking out, landing rather uncomfortably on the hoover. Being a family of total gits, this memory has caused us much amusement over the years, and every halloween it’s trawled out at #1’s expense. Building memories eh? It’s what parenting’s all about. Hope you have a good one, I’ll be back up and running with a bit of luck and a following wind (as my Mum says) from my new location. Prepare to be (metaphorically) packed away in a box for a while. Mwah x
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