so the neighbourhood kids have probably put a hit out on me. because of my halloween gift to them... scroggin. i hope none of the neighbourhood kids were allergic to nuts.

anyway i tried really hard to get into the spirit of scaring. i had my halloween mask handy. i even actually had sweets. but they were mostly used up on the kid who knocked on the door with a supermarket bag on his head claiming to be a monkey. i'm a sucker for the unfortunate. anyway, this meant that by the time the vagrant kids with the actual costumes came out, i was out of lollies. and then once i was out of scroggin, i turned off my lights and hid in the kitchen.

which reminds me, i'm basically a recluse. i only talk to you if you're a coworker. i ran into like three people in the street today and i couldn't remember how to talk to them if i wasn't going to talk about work. which also reminds me today someone got in the lift and i talked to them, because they are a coworker. and they said "thank goodness it is humpday. it is all down hill to the weekend". and i was reminded why coworkers make the best conversation.

oh my god. is that ANOTHER knock on the door. time to go and pretend i'm not home....