Pumpkins in pajamas

Our little community of twenty-one houses had a CLEANING day yesterday. You know, everyone is perky and kind and they all go out in the lovely sunshine to rake up leaves while whistling a merry little tune…

Well, yesterday was one of those days – but the opposite. Yes, it was clean-up day on the street. But it was windy and rainy and there was a definite lack of whistling but quite a lot of red noses and small boys running around with large rakes.

And – here’s the rub – we FORGOT all about it!

Around one o’clock, one of the neigbour’s kids knocked on the door to say that she wanted to rake up leaves with Anklebiter #1 – and, anyway, weren’t we going to come out and help?

I’m pretty good at making up excuses, so I said, “Er! Help! We forgot!” Actually, that’s not an excuse – but the truth.

“Can your daughter come out?”

Er… er… As I looked inside, I realized that it was 1 p.m. and the kids were still in pajamas. “Well, we haven’t had lunch yet,” I stammered. (Which was true.) “We’ll come out after we’ve eaten.”

So, we launched ourselves out into the rain after lunch – just as everyone else was going home. Just as well really as we had other –  more important – preoccupations.

Like getting our pumpkin into order! Mmmm… where do I put the eyes, nose and mouth?

By the way, Sir Pe is on the right left, and the pumpkin is on the right.

Anklebiter #2 actually got his clothes on after getting tomato sauce on his pjs at lunchtime. Our daughter had decided to stay in pjs all day (I wish I could have, but walking the dog  in pajamas… no – too cold at this time of year), so she helped Sir Pe with the pumpkin while wearing her pajamas.

The pumpkin didn’t seem to mind!