October is a strange month. It marks the beginning of dark, gloomy days and dare I even mention the ‘C’ word, Christmas. It’s not actually the beginning of Christmas though is it, because Christmas should only be mentioned in December? October should solely be about falling leaves and Halloween.
When I was little I never did Halloween. Partly I suspect because I lived on a small country lane where no one talked to their neighbours but mainly because my mum didn’t like it. We were allowed to put out a pumpkin but because no one lived on our lane no on ever saw it. It was pumpkin for our eyes only. I never questioned it until my friend invited me to a Halloween party. She and most of my friends were shocked that I had never been trick-or-treating (or trickle treating as I spent most of childhood believing it to be called).