Halloween isn’t my favourite installation on the calendar, to be honest. This is partly because it falls during Autumn, which I make no secret of disliking. It’s just after the clocks go back, which means I’m full of despair at the short days and the feeling that spring will never arrive and that we are doomed to darkness for ever and ever and ever….
A movie day with the family is such a nice idea, isn’t it? When it’s blowing a hooley outside, and lashing with rain, sometimes it is really lovely to say “F*ck it, let’s stay in our pyjamas all day and watch films and eat popcorn and cuddle up together on the sofa”.
Today a little old lady gave my son 50p.
We were in Waitrose (free coffee) and the boy was being a pain in the backside. We only popped in for a few bits, but within seconds he spotted the Babybels and he decided that he needed some.
“There’s no such thing as bad weather”, Alpha Mummies declare, “only bad preparation!”
I beg to differ. When I wake up to another rainy day and the sound of the wind rattling my bedroom window, my heart sinks. My Feral Children do not cope well with being penned up indoors. But some days, it’s unavoidable.