A Hoover of a Halloween

As you know, Little E often phones for a chat. He always has something useful to say. Lately, though, he's been so busy he hasn't had much of a chance to get to the phone. Take the other morning: he was caught up in running his handbag shop. Wouldn't you love to be three again? When you could take any career path you chose and no one would laugh?

So, he didn't stop for a yarn. But when that happens I sometimes get a follow up text message instead...

...half an hour later it arrived. With his Mum's help, of course.

I'm getting ready to open Christmas*. Can you make me a beard, please?

*"opening Christmas" = when the preparations start. See this post

Now, don't tell. I haven't started the beard yet. I'm waiting to find exactly the right sort of fluffy white fur to make supreme Santa whiskers;

and so instead today I have a photo I was sent of Little E's Halloween costume, custom crafted from a red plastic tablecloth by his loving Mum and Dad. He's very fond of Henry Hoover, is Little E. Maybe when the handbag market goes down he'll move into vacuum cleaners. People will always need vacuum cleaners..