Well last night she kissed me but then death was upon her.

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• DSM-IV multiaxial diagnosis of conditions demonstrated by the inhabitants of the Hundred-Acre Wood (courtesy en_ki).

We actually got trick-or-treaters this evening: two little girls, who redcountess said looked eight and ten (dressed up, too), with their mother watching from the gate. Liz answered the door wearing her £1 witch's hat from Whitby and gave them assorted chocolates from the fluffy carry-pumpkin we got from Asda last year. The kids were very polite and not greedy. After all the preparation, spreading the gospel of the inner seven-year-old made Liz's night :-) Later we got a couple of teenage girls, not dressed up but happy to nicely accept sweeties.

I should note that Liz's wifi portfolio came with a stick of rock. Seasonal, I presume.

I tried sticking the shower head mount up this evening. Liquid Nails failed to stick to either the chromed plastic of the mount or the tiles on the wall in any way whatsoever. Feh.

I popped over to arkady's and topped up the water for the flytraps. Her next dollie has arrived, without Customs whacking on about twice its value in duty! It looks like the secret is: (1) mark it "TOYS" (2) scrawl the value unreadably. It could have said $296, $96, ¥96 or 96 light years.

We lit a tealight lantern out the back and toasted absent friends. We couldn't get any mead (this is Walthamstow) so we had Waggledance instead. Well, it's honey. I think most of the friends would have appreciated the beer more.

Tomorrow, Liz being well, I shall stop in at not-M:Alice. I shall probably *pint* and feed kekhmet beforehand. Meg, wear as goth as you can to work!