Halloween Soup
My children really like their Halloween jokes. They get more extreme every year. Last year they frightened our poor neighbour half to death. So I was not all that surprised when I came down the stairs this morning and I found that my son Nigel was sharpening a knife in the kitchen. At the same time, his brother Maurice was boiling water in a massive electric cauldron. His sister Maria was spreading plastic sheets on the floor. I didn't like the way that they were looking at me like feral dogs. "I am really in the soup this time," I thought.