Apart from a few witches and skeletons wandering around the streets last night there was very little evidence of Hallowe'en in Cremorne. I don’t think I spotted a single carved out pumpkin.
In Wiltshire, when the girls were young, Paul and I probably got a little carried away with making the night extra spooky. Pumpkins are cute but Sarah and Kat wanted a bit more spook. When they were about six and seven years old I was working in the publicity department of a company that manufactured (alongside explosives and CS gas), military light sticks. Similar to those luminous bracelets and trinkets you can buy from party shops these were something on a much bigger scale. Paul, covered in a white sheet, with one of these light sticks appeared as a really eerie, luminous ghost in the garden. It looked like he was floating. The girls were seriously spooked.
The following year, while they were playing with their Barbie dolls, a severed head suddenly appeared outside the window. They were scared silly. So was I (although I knew it was the head from a shop dummy that we found in the attic being suspended from a bedroom window). I can't remember who screamed the loudest. Wicked parents!
It’s no wonder my daughter continues to take Hallowe'en to the extreme.