Talk about the scariest night of the year! Last night, I had all these things planned, that I was going to get done, seeing I had that time available. Oh no, my wife decided she was going to some kickboxing aerobics thing at 5.45 pm. I was to dish out sweets, monkey nuts, lollipops and so on to the kids that came to the door. I realised quite quickly that this could develop into something akin to a living nightmare and pleaded with her not to go, but her heart was cold, bah!
In all my years I've never seen so many trick-or-treaters, and they were coming mob-handed, sometimes up to 8 at a time. Before I knew it, I was running out of stuff. This was very slightly exacerbated by my indulging myself in the sweets after each party of kids had been seen off. I only had a dozen or so chews... bah, are you trying to make me feel fat?
Speaking of fat, having finished Uni early today, I caught the train at 1.10 pm, thinking that there would be lots of seats, and I could relax and enjoy my packed lunch on the train. Meh, folied again, there were just enough seats and no more. I got a seat at a table, then the guy across from me pulled out a laptop. This was going to make lunching difficult. Next thing, this big (read fat for big... very) guy comes on to the train, obviously having had to dash for it (he was reeking of B.O.). He sat next to me, squashing me up, and stinking as I said. So, not only couldn't I have my lunch, but I'd lost my appetite too. He had his though (lunch and appetite). He'd came on with three bags of stuff, and the biggest bag contained his lunch. He was putting the grub away like there was no tomorrow. I love taking the train!
