I love Halloween.
It’s my favorite US holiday.
But in the UK, it has been much slower to catch on.
Many years ago, before I’d really heard of Halloween, I got caught out.
When I was a young, new homeowner and very, very naive, I opened the door one Halloween night and found three boys aged around thirteen on my doorstep.
They lunged at me with their face masks and pillow cases and mumbled something about tricks.
I immediately thought they were going to rob me but once I’d calmed down I got the impression they….wanted something?
We stared at each other for a few moments, them expectant, me frantic, mind whirring, eyes flicking from eyeball to eyeball, looking for a way out.
What was I supposed to give them?
More precisely, what had I to give them?
It seemed essential, as I started searching my house, to give them each the same thing to avoid squabbling although frankly by the time my search was over, I doubt they would have cared.
I possessed no candy, so I rifled my purse. No pound coins and I balked at giving them each a five pound note (about $8.) I had no kiddy things like books or squeezy balls that could have pacified them. I had nothing.
But then. I found.
Three of them, to be precise.
I walked back to the door, feeling slightly relieved that I had something to give them but knowing in my heart that from here onward I was going to be known as the ‘Batty Woman At No. 28.’
As I slipped my offering into their swag bags, I could see them follow my hand with their eyes. I bid them goodnight as I watched them turnaround and peer into their pillowcases as they walked away. I could only imagine what they were thinking.
This was twenty-seven years ago.
I haven’t eaten a tin of Heinz spaghetti since.
Have you ever got caught short on Halloween? What did you do? Or do you stockpile masses of candy? Let me know in the comments!
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