I think we're all set up for our Samhain celebrations. The Wicker Person now looks scarily like Harriet Harman but it's too late to do much about that now. The oven-ready chicken, spare ribs, potatoes, sweet corn, marshmallows etc are all ready to be put in the Wicker Person later. The cider and spices are ready for mulling and we've all got umbrellas at the ready.
We've sent "Happy All Saints" cards to the local vicars, and "Hope they're all out of Purgatory soon" cards to the local Rabidly Traditional Catholic splinter group, ready for All Souls.
So now we just have the excitement of wondering whether the Moon Gibbon Folk will join us for tonight's celebrations. They still keep telling us that we're a bunch of heretics and they're only staying for the money, but on the other hand the moon is nearly full now so they're cheering up nicely. And I noticed they had their eyes on our Halloween masks this year. The Nick Griffin one is of course really popular, and I wish Private Eye hadn't got there first, but I like the Ann Widdecombe, Christopher Hitchens and Jordan masks as well. There's gonna be some terrified people down School Lane tonight.