Waking up to the smell of pumpkin this morning, I thought to myself, “what’s that smell?” However, not wishing to spend hours in deep olfactory-related confusion, I decided to shrug it off and carry on with the day.
It wasn’t until a ten-year-old vampire ran into my legs that the penny finally dropped – oh yeh! It’s Halloween! I’d wondered why I wasn’t getting the normal wide-eyed reaction from people, but as the little vampire standing at my feet pointed out, it seemed I’d inadvertently dressed up like Harry Potter.
After playing a very scary game of badminton (note – it was in no way scary), I got a text from Ed asking how many sweets I’d managed to get trick-or-treating. Apparently Ed had also worked out he could pass as a wizard.