So I open the door and two women are standing there. One has a baby in a sling with a paper mask pinned on the back, one has a sleeping baby in a pushchair who has been smeared with black make up round his eyes (I hope).
I looked up and down the road for the children, and one woman sticks her hand out and says "Three."
Taken aback, I politely handed over three sweet things, she looks down at them and the other woman says, "Can't we have another one so it's two each?"
I hand over another one, she drops it and says, "Get that for us, would you?"
Meanwhile, the little boy from next door has appeared, she grabs his bucket and says, "Here, he wants one and all."
Surely this can't be quite right?