Halloween

Sorry for the delay in posting, I have been somewhat incapacitated. After much deliberation I decided to go to the Halloween Singles Night as Dr Death and made a floor length cloak from some long black velour fabric I mysteriously located under the kitchen sink. I looked superb in my black shirt, matching black slacks and cloak. I was just about to paint my face a putrid green when the doorbell, it was my daughter's boyfriend. As I went for the door I trod on my cloak, falling forwards and landing on my wrist in a bone snapping manner. Gosh it hurt! After a few minutes writhing around on the floor I pulled myself up and let him in. After an hour hugging a bag of frozen peas the swelling still hadn't gone down, so we trundled off to A+E. After half an hour sat next to a pumkin with a twisted ankle a kindly nurse inspected my injury. It turned out to be a bad sprain. I was suitably bandaged, advised and sent home. I sat at the kitche table feeling maudlin, I had ripped my party outfit, my arm was in a sling and had nothing else to wear. Then my daughter's boyfriend had a superb idea. He rushed out to the shop for a box of chocolates, came back and we scoffed half the box. He told me to undo a few buttons on my shirt. My daughter applied a few plasters and some fake blood to my face. My daughter suggested I arrive at the party through the Emergency Exit, I did and all the alarms sounded, adding to the drama of my Halloween party character. A rather dishevelled looking Milk Tray Man! Who got the rest of the chocolates? Well that would be telling...