It never ceases to amaze me what difference 2 hours on a plane can make. One minute you can be relaxing by the pool, basking in blinding sunshine, listening to the sparkling turquoise waters crashing against the cliffs beneath you. You watch the surfers ride the waves into white sandy coves as you sip on a frosty beer.
Then 150 minutes later, back in Blighty and down to earth with a bang.( Figuratively speaking, not literally. Sorry, Ryanair, you guys were great. ) The icy wind freezing my bare legs and sandal clad toes and then it hits me. Yes, it's cold and miserable, and yes, it's come around far too quickly again but it's one of my favourite times of year...Halloween.
Think of a costume, buy tonnes of sweets, put up the decorations. Hoping that it doesn't rain or my Weeping Angel wings will get soggy. Don't blink!
Everybody is back in school after half-term and I need to get my spooky head on and finish my story. In the meantime, I have a Halloween party on Saturday night in Liverpool.
Years ago, at a family celebration, my auntie saw our deceased grandmother come down the stairs, smiling and mingling with guests. I wonder if this Halloween will bring out any ghostly party-goers.
Happy Trick or Treating!! X
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