Alternatively, you could dress up as a princess or a superhero and terrorise the city in search of candy. Luckily our wonderful neighbours David and Kindra organised our route, having discovered who locally was happy to have 10+ candy-crazed kids at their door and who wasn't. Ringing-on-doorbells quickly verged on breaking-and-entering. Imagine a piranha feeding frenzy, but these kids can strip chocolate from your hands much quicker.
A third option is to disguise yourself as a priest and walk around, sprinkling holy water with a birch branch, commanding the demons to leave every fancy-dressed child and parent you meet. As you can guess, I was as popular as last year...
Batman playing something gothic, to get him in the mood.
Two Supermen? (Supermans?)
Anyone home? Because we're not leaving until you admit you're in there.
Yay! First candy of the night.
On to the next house/victim.
The weather was similar to last year. And Britain.
The rule is: if they have decorations, they're fair game. And it's usually true.
Enough to last until...the weekend.
