Here in the 'rents house and here in England, I'm doing more than any non-breeder.
Explained before (Leicester time) that I lived in Spooky House on the Road. And when I lived with HM it was more No Money, Can I Have Some of Your Chocs? (tm)
I loved spooky stories as a child.
They were rationed becuase Mum was fed up with waking up to screms.
Of course it turned out that I didn't need stories to wake up screaming and she didn't need a daughter's screams to wake up.
I've reined in.
My intentions I mean,
Just me in my vampire queen costume. And the pumpskin, And the sweeties in a bowl.
It will be sadly tame. Sadly, becaise the 'rents path at the scrag end of October is terrifying in its own right. And I'd love to do a Dad on the local kids (it's here somewhere - he terrified Laura Saunders).
But I'll just be a wampyr.
Pics.
If'n you deserve them
