For years we stocked up with candy and such for Trick or Treaters that would come to our door. We had some fun with a few lads when we were in our first house (so I’m going back a bit) who had made no effort whatsoever to dress up as other kids had done (watchful parents were keeping to the sidelines as their young ones knocked on doors in a range of costumes).
Good humouredly, we sent the boys off with nothing for their cheek, only for them to return half an hour later.
We had three steps up to our front door, and one lad stood on the top one with his coat over his head, whilst his mate was on the bottom one with his head under his friend’s arm.
We dosed them with silly string and a couple of Mars bars for their improvisation, and they loved us for it (they came and sang us Christmas carols in November).
Unlike in the US though, Trick or Treat didn’t really kick off over here, at least not where we lived.
Over recent times though, we would still buy a few sweeties just in case but had no callers, so ended up having to eat them ourselves (not a problem, actually) and eventually stopped buying. Obviously we don’t have any such visitors on the marina.
When we lived locally, we would have Mum come and stay for the occasional weekend, perhaps a week, and every Wednesday, she’d meet me for lunch in town.
When we moved to Lincolnshire, distance was a definite issue, and when my sister-in-law was over from NZ in 2008 to see her family and friends, she brought Mum up to us for the week, staying with us for the first and last night of her trip to relatives who lived just thirty odd miles away from us.
After that, Mum came up under her own steam on the coach twice a year for a holiday, sometimes for a fortnight, a month, and the longest time, 2 months.
Things changed though, and for one reason or another, Mum wouldn’t or couldn’t come, it wasn’t practical for us to collect her, and going down to visit was a nightmare, not only in the time factor, but we had to do the round trip in one day.
My sister-in-law was over from NZ last year and was happy to bring Mum up for a week.
If we hadn’t been moving, we would have readily agreed, but had to decline as we had no idea when we would complete on our sale. As things turned out, we were forced out the week Mum would have been staying with us, and thus missed out on seeing my sister-in-law too.
Although we have visited regularly, that’s all we’ve been able to do, as obviously we cannot cater for Mum on the boat, so I’ve been thinking about this for a while.
Our latest visits have been good, full of laughter and memories. Sir Barkalot is getting used to us (and is now Sir Barkingless), so hopefully this will work.
We don’t like to leave the boat unattended for long periods of time as we switch everything off and empty the fridge. In winter, we also have to consider low temperatures, and unlike a house, it’s not just a simple case of locking up and getting in the car.