Diary Of A Bad Dad
There’s a pumpkin rolling around in the boot of my car and Mrs T and her evil sidekicks (the children) are already planning their horrors for Halloween. Chief among them is getting me to don fancy dress and be sociable - my two favourite things (not!). Last Halloween, I was just about to step out of the house when Mrs T produced a skeleton outfit for me to wear. I protested, but two sets of pleading eyes meant I relented. I vowed to give it a few days then locate the costume and quietly drop it into the black bin. Mrs T, as usual, was one step ahead of me, and to this day I have been unable to hunt it down. I’ve even looked in the cupboard where she keeps all the cleaning stuff, as I reckoned she’d bank on me never going in there.
But, oh joy, I’ve just discovered this year Halloween falls on Wednesday. That’s press day when we all work late at the PT – the kids are in bed when I get home. We might be a little late off stone on the 31st... just to make sure!