Halloween

Last night could have been a dark and deep Halloween. The wind rolled high and it rolled low, under the half moon and over the clouds, and the leaves trembled without so much as a lantern's touch to lighten their mood; Tonight is far jauntier, all black and bright orange. Mighty is our pumpkin, Son of Spam ; Little time to carve it meant little time to mar it, unlike earlier years' attempts, Odin, Billyjoejimbob and Zoyberg. Cruel of mouth and eye, Son of Spam's grin has attracted every pre-teen gangster in the neighbourhood.He's a hit.

I have a Halloween present of my own; this entry is being written on a laptop given to me by my dear larians. It will make travelling between here and London much more interestng

Gentleman Death has given me a lot of help since last All Hallows, banishing the odd ghoul, pointing out the deep rotting smelliness of certain situations and killing them straight when it was needed. Here's hoping that should anything similar happen again, he'll despatch the necessary with kindness and grace. If I had a top hat, I'd raise it to him. It is his night after all.

Happy Halloween!