Punkin Games


“No, Mum,” they initially said. “We’re too old for punkin-carving this year.”

Then the Princess found out she had the Great Day off work, and the Prince found out the Princess had decided to carve one because she would be home, and the Princess furthermore let me know she LOVES the way I roast punkin seeds, and where the hell were the several pieces of punkin-carving kits I’d bought over the years anyway?

Answer to the last: under the stairs, with all the other holiday decorations, the place I thought I would NEVER forget to look. I did forget, and it was the Princess who found them.

As usual.

Things change, as the passing years remind me. But just as many things stay the same, world without end.