Halloween

We don't usually celebrate Halloween, though it has been getting more and more popular. I can remember as a kid being a little envious because I didn't get to dress up.

My brother was invited to a Halloween party tonight, he called this morning for a lift to the local Salvation Army store to find a coat. We were just about to leave for the same place to drop some items off.

He had decided he wanted to go as Rolf Harris dressed as Jake the Peg, turning his walking stick into an extra leg. He found a trench coat he thought would be good and then we went in search of a cap but all we could find was a brimmed hat. Rolf has a beard and all I could find was a pirate beard and mo.



He tried the coat on at home, we both looked at it and said "Uncle Fester", but we had no skull cap and he baulked at my suggestion of shaving his head. So he tried the hat on as well, this time we thought Inspector Clouseau, adding the mostach made the outfit. Hope he had a good time and didn't get too tired or sore.


Talking of my brother has got me remember something that happened a couple of weeks ago. Mum and Dad were due to take an epic train trip across Australia, they rang from the train in a panic. Mum had changed bags before she left and forgot the lugguae pad lock keys. She rang my brother in a panic, wanting me to get them to there before the train left. Mum said where she was sure they were and my brother asked where the spare set was just in case. Mum asked Dad because he had put them somewhere safe. That's when it dawned on them that the safe spot Dad had used was his wallet.