I’ll set the scene...
Currently sat at a table having coffee in Kew Gardens enjoying five mins peace.
Table next to me are a bunch can of SWLondon Mums.
“Isn’t it sad that Tarquin and Hyacinth-Petunia (I think those were the names...) can’t go trick or treating this year, poor darlings.”
“I’m taking them to the graveyard and hiding sweets behind all gravestones instead.”
I’m sat here like what?! Maybe it’s because I recently lost my mum, but if someone came and stuck haribo on her gravestone, I would a)kick off either child or parent and b) eat her sweets.
Or am I being over precious?