Sharing a pumpkin

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Nothing says ‘Happy Halloween’ than sharing a pumpkin to carve because the other one was moldy.

And they say romance is dead!

The first episode of Stranger Things was watched after, which we have been talking about for months but now it’s arrived we haven’t been able to make time for it.

I was also eating strawberry Starbursts.

Are you spooked yet? OooOooooooo

James was going for a moon and stars look. Then when he fucked it up he turned it into a side wards smiley face, to be down with the kids – that is a quote. After 5 minutes he was done. All he needed.

I went for a classic look. I took longer than 5 minutes.

Not as good as last years though. Also, how fantastic is that pumpkin shape! Maybe I shouldn’t have messed around as much at the pumpkin patch this year and choose a better one, and also got a second one which wasn’t moldy.

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Happy Halloween!!!

 

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Snapshot of my October 2017

Lived in these Mom jeans (though not the best photo for them)…

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My plants loved the freaky, warm October weather…

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And I loved Pumpkin picking…

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Fell in love with this candle from Marks and Spencers…

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Had a lot of cosy evenings making crafts…

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Sold lots of items and took lots of trips to the post office…

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And, of course, cuddles and fun with my little brother…

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PYO pumpkins – one of my favourite adulthood traditions

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Third year we have come to the PYO pumpkins in Rochester, and as you’ll be able to tell by the photos – we may have took it a lot less serious this year. Sounded like were weren’t the only ones, because as we were paying a friend asked, in a jokey way of course, whether it’s actually necessary to have security. Yes, apparently they’ve had people throwing them at each other. Along with stealing them – come on! It’s for charity!

We weren’t doing that, God no, as you walk in there’s a big sign saying no kicking or dropping and if anyone knows me it’s that if there’s a rule, I respect it. To balance it out, social rules are very lax, I couldn’t care less about them.

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So like I said, unlike past years, it was more about having a good ol’ time than finding the best and most interesting pumpkins. Each year I plan to make food from them, note to self: you are never going to make food from them. Maybe one year you’ll be the homemaker you day dream about, not today sister.

One friend bought £36 worth of pumpkins and squashes, solely for the purpose of eating them. Good on you mate, all I can say, also that you’re boyfriends stomach is a lot more satisfied than mine. I should have bought him some to cook for me. Alas! I spent a fiver.

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Just as we reached these containers at the exit, where they’ve collected some pumpkins for you (and I managed to pick up the cute, small ones I wanted because I was too busy having fun to find them in the field) our group went through the ones in our wheel barrows. Most of ours were put back, or swapped for others because they have a big board of what each one taste like. The girl with 36 quids worth, yeah she just filled her wheel barrow up more. If you know her you’d just nod at this because you know what she’s like. We love her for it. She’s the best.

The second we got under the gazebo to pay the heavens had opened. One of my pumpkins to carve was slightly moulding, as the staff pointed out and said I could quickly go fetch another one. I took one look at the weather and thought nahhh, my boyfriend and I will just carve the same pumpkin.

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We had to run to the car with the wheel barrow (didn’t actually have to run, with hindsight, but the rain was very heavy) and as we reached the car, the rain had gone and we noticed this rainbow.

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Being adults can be wicked.

 

Time to retire my sandals

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People dressed up for a snow storm. Snowflake prints, fluffy hoods. Boots, ankle and knee high. Cold wind pushing along the fallen leaves.

And here I am, trying to prolong the use of my favourite sandals.

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At least there are women in cardigans, children walking to school without their jackets, sunglasses, bare legs, harem trousers, people lingering in no rush, short sleeve shirts, car windows open. My shoulders don’t feel as lonely now.

I have warm arms, a warm middle and a belly full of warm tea, while the podcast Accused is playing from my phone. Waiting for James while I people watch and write. A few of my favourite things.

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Halloween: Kids vs Adults

 

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What’s scarier than mental health problems, ay?! I’ve had an awful couple of days and so much in me wants to give up everything I’ve tried so hard at for the last two months. I want bed and YouTube.

But I refuse to do that. There’s nothing in me that’s interesting to blog about today but I am here, I am typing and I am trying, and the photos will be awful quality from my phone, my writing won’t be my best but at least I am doing it. I’m keeping some routine while my brain feels completely uprooted.

So I thought I’d talk about my Halloween today – in comparison to my little brother and nephews day, who are aged 3 and 2.

Kids Halloween:

They went to a spooky farm in the day, which my mum and sister thought would be fun and harmless. Little did they know that it’ll be petrifying. They still had fun, but there were tears, and from the video they sent me sounds like the tears are from the adults.

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They aren’t mentally scarred, don’t worry. Then they came home, took off their costumes like they were on fire or something, and ate sweets, watched cartoons and painted pumpkins.

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Adults (with no children) Halloween:

I on the other hand had a far less scary day. Drank tea and coffee, watched Gone Girl, sorted out Christmas presents (because that always cheers me up), caught a spider that ran across my bed and put him under a glass (that was pretty scary to be fair), ate sweets, painted with the boys and chilled.

I also hid when trick or treaters came to the door – can any situation be any more awkward? My mum was helping my little brother on the loo, to give you more detail than you need, so I kind of had to do it, but I ran away and luckily my mum got there in time. I’m not scared of the monster costumes, I’m scared of the human interaction. Can any other holiday put you in this many intrusive and awkward situations? Santa doesn’t come knocking, elf’s and reindeer don’t jump out at you. Even if you don’t want to, you have no choice but to join in. I do like the fireworks though, I’m watching them through my window as I type. Anyway, that’s my day so far.

No plans to go out. Was meant to have a Halloween night in with friends but work commitments had to change that. Instead I’m going to my boyfriends house, we are going to drink red wine, light some sparklers and watch the latest season of American Horror Story. Not all at once. That’s dangerous.

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That’s all anyway, I need to leave now. Have a good Halloween evening!

 

RIP Pumpkin

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My boyfriends face is now caved in and mouldy. I expected it, these things don’t last long, blink and it’s over, but at least I have the oh so sweet memories. I don’t regret one moment of our time together. It was something special. Time flies when you’re having fun. Best of all I didn’t expect how good it was going to be, which makes this goodbye even more painful.

Oh, I’m talking about this pumpkin of his face, I should have mentioned that.

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You may be rotting into penicillin but my heart will never be healed.

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On the bright side of things, I still have perfectly healthy pumpkins that haven’t got my boyfriends face carved into, yet, and Little Man is dying to paint the white ones.

 

PYO Pumpkins – highly recommended

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Pick your own pumpkins; awesome. Donation from the profits go to a charity; perfection!

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At first this post was going to be photographs my friend and I (mainly her) took from a great day out, but when we left and a volunteer farmer told us that a donation of the profits goes to charity – Crohn’s and Colitis UK & Crohn’s in Childhood Research Association – I was all in. I wanted to buy more pumpkins. I wanted to build a house out of them.

Instead I’m recommending them to anyone interested – PYO Pumpkins, Riverside Farmers. I’m not in anyway affiliated to them, just think it’s super cool and if you were going to buy a few this Halloween, don’t know about you, but I’d personally much prefer my money go to this. (Plus it’s super cheap)

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We bought a lot, needless to say, so stay tuned for some creative posts in the future. I wasn’t planning on doing anything to do with Halloween, it’s not my thing, but autumn is my thing. Our lot came to £10 (this wheelbarrow) and I’m no cook, so once my partner has finished cooking with the ones he wants, I can use them as decoration. The white ones are definitely mine though, or technically my little brothers to decorate. Yay! Everyone’s happy.