Well, nearly. And though it wasn’t such a big deal when I was growing up, the whole spooky fancy dress thing has become really popular. My two love to dress up so Halloween is as much fun as Christmas for them and this year will be no different; they have no less than five Halloween parties to go to between them.
It’s 23rd October and I can safely say that it’s only now I’m starting to get over the shock of Autumn. It seemed to creep up so slowly at first – I wore sandals right up to the bitter (cold) end of summer – but once it arrived: POW! In your face like a ton of bronze-coloured leaves. Pretty, but cold. And soon to be dark.
I found it hard, I always find it hard.
Last night I told Hux off for ripping a page out of his book. He started crying, as you do when you’re a slightly guilty three year old, and buried his head in his pillow. He then sat up, looked and me and tearfully shouted “I want my daddy to take me home!”.
Oof. I was heart-broken.
It was mental health awareness day on Saturday.
I don’t think anyone can disagree with the fact that mental health is not talked about enough and we hear of examples of our health system failing people on a daily basis. We’re making steps towards wider public acceptance of mental health awareness but there is still some way to go.
As I get older I start to realise how important experiences are. When it comes down to it, in my old age will I feel thankful for all those cheaply made Primark t shirts I thought was so important back when I was in my early twenties? No! I’ll feel thankful for that time I swam in a pool on a Bangkok rooftop or had oysters and champagne at the highest point in London.