Holy disappearing pumpkins, Batman!

This is our second Halloween in Henley, and golly, haven't things changed since I was a kid. To be fair, that was some time ago, but in those days, we children went out on our own, sans parents in tow and knocked on the doors of complete strangers.  There was none of this trick or treat malarkey either - you were expected to recite a poem or sing a song before bagging your toffee apple or other tooth destroying sweetmeat.  

Everybody's house was fair game then, but nowadays, you are meant to put a pumpkin outside your house to indicate that you are willing to receive a knock on the door from some small dressed-up person.  So I bought a little LED pumpkin and put it on the doorstep.  It worked well for the first couple of hours and I gave away lots of treats, which is just as well, as the Haribo starmix had begun calling to me as soon as I put them in the bowl by the front door.  Naughty starmix!

And then the knocking stopped.  Imagine my surprise when I looked outside and discovered that someone had pinched my little pumpkin!   This is Henley, for goodness sake, not Hackney. I feel squashed........