And visitors had they none

For the first time in years, last night was blissfully quiet. No trick-or-treaters at all darkened our door.

Now, I may be a grumpy old bastard (to paraphrase Gordon) but that’s fine with me. Last year at Hallowe’en we had about fifteen knocks on the door, each of which sends Hound crackers, barking all over the place.

This year? Nothing. Not a sausage.

And we still haven’t heard even one firework.

This living in the country lark is shaping up nicely…