There must be something uniquely unlucky about my house. At Christmas it was a mecca (if you'll pardon the mixing of religions in that analogy) for 'carol singers' inflicting their lame doorstep screeching on me in the hope of pecuniary gain. Then, come October 31s it's the Happy Halloweeners beating a path to my door.
Or not, as the case may be. This being the first year ever that I've got organised enough to have a bowl full of fun-size chocolate bars on standby happens to be the first year that we've had no callers at the door. Well, at least I know how to ward them off next year.