Happy Halloween
Some people never learn. Mummy is one of those people. If any of you were reading the blog two years ago you may remember a post called "Halloween is halted" where Mummy ate all the sweets before the guisers had all been round. Well history does have a habit of repeating itself.
After the rugby World Cup final (circa 17.45), Mummy announced she was feeling sick. On cross examining Mummy it appeared that she had eaten somewhere in the order of 20-30 sweets. The sweets that were meant for the guisers coming round. The logic for this was based on our neighbour Yvonne telling Tanya that they hardly got any guisers in the neighbourhood. It seems she was wrong.
After about 10 guisers in, Mummy was looking decidedly worried. The depleted sweet stock was looking very low indeed. With every ringing of the doorbell Mummy looked decidedly more ghost like, as the dawning realisation of her sweet binge was coming home to roost. By 19.30 Emily was rushed off for an early bath and our lovely pumpkin was hastily brought it. It seemed Halloween had been halted once again.
Even more amusingly, Mummy also insisted that there were such things as "ghoulies". To which Daddy burst out laughing. Sticking hard to her case, Mummy pushed her T-ism, and so Daddy resorted to the dictionary to explain his mirth. No such word as "ghoulie" could be found but he did find...
"goolie or gooly - n, pl -lies 1. Taboo slang. a testicle"
Most amusing. A true T-ism. A shame Emily has started copying everything Mummy and Daddy say.
Our little Halloween cat
In less amusing sweet news, it appears Emily is developing Daddy's passion for cooking. She has taken great delight in helping out in the kitchen recently, and her piece de resistance has to be a cheesecake that she made last weekend. Clearly one for the Great British Bake Off in the years to come...
The righfully proud chef