How was Halloween for you.

It seems to gain in importance, every year, here in France.

Halloween where we live Began on Sunday, when a town

you most likely have never heard of, called Thomery,

put on a parade and a fire show and a Halloween area.

On the actual day of Halloween, it started early, long before

it started to get dark. Our Door Bell rang and in consequence

or dog went crazy and the distribution of sweets began in earnest.

I suppose parents with young children don’t want their children

encountering frightening disguised types walking around in the dark.

Our group of Haloweeners began walking about around six.

Some shops and businesses were happy to invite them in and to dish out sweets.

When our march around the town was finished, there were still groups of

costumed kids and teenagers ringing on the door, sending our dog mad.

It was a relief when it all died down (no pun intended).

However around eleven at night some rogue Halloweeners rang on our door bell, just as I was about to fall asleep. Our dog raced downstairs and began barking. I was less than happy about this intrusion. Next year we will have to be more cautious about decorating our house.

A cautionary tale about Halloween. A long time ago, I had a friend, who was part of a famous band. He was the trumpet player. One Halloween he was walking about in London, on Halloween, with a witches hat. Somebody tapped him on the shoulder, he turned round only to be punch in the face. This act of madness, with no motive, no obvious reason, other than that he was dressed for Halloween, meant he was never quite the same trumpet player. His teeth had been smashed.

Beware…there can be real nutters about on Halloween.