I should have been a Redcoat

Most of my day has been spent working on plans for the Hallowe’en party.
I’ve managed to get my hands on a massive cauldron, which we’ll brew up some soup or punch in (haven’t really decided yet). One of the family entertainers that we have on site weekly during the Summer has agreed to come in and put on a bit of a magic show, and we’ve got a local bod to do some spooky storytelling. I think he’s a retired teacher, but he comes highly recommended and he has a long beard, so he looks the part. A neighbouring farm is providing us with a load of apples so we can do apple-bobbing, and that thing where you tie a piece of fruit to string, dangle it from a washing line and then have to eat it without using your hands. I’m going to set up a bit of a ‘treasure trail’ as well, with families following clues that lead them around the whole site, looking for certain key words that they then have to rearrange into a Hallowe’en-themed phrase. If they come back to the office and get the phrase right they win a prize.
Some of the permanent residents are keen on allowing little ones to do ‘Trick or Treat’ around the caravans. Others are more reluctant, with one of them saying, “I live here so I can avoid all that real-world, neighbourhood-friendly crap” and another one saying, “If they knock on my door, I’ll spray them with a can of Raid”. But there we are – you can’t please everyone every day, and besides, this is first and foremost a family holiday centre, so people can’t complain if we do family holiday activities. If they keep moaning, I’ll suggest they relocate to our adults-only site, where they can spend their whole time in peace, quiet and boredom, surrounded by like-minded killjoy pensioners.
Man, I think I might be drinking too much coffee again….

RC 11-10-21