I shall be at work until very late.

I am buying nothing for the kids who go trick or treating. The
grasping little Fagins will yet again have no luck when they knock
on my door.

So THERE!

.... said the scrote looking for "treats" to flog as he pushed the lit
firework through the letterbox?

(If we're out/being grumpish I make a point of blocking the letterbox.
Still means there are sometimes eggs to wash of the next morning.)
--
Robin
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