This is what a feminist looks like

We're not really dog dressing up people. Sparkly collars, 'amusing' costumes, novelty t-shirts make us cringe. So why we decided to put a feminist campaign t-shirt on Pluto is anybody's guess. Anyway, he took to it quite well - tried to chew the sleeve a couple of times but otherwise put up with our childishness with bemused patience. The t's can be bought from the Fawcett Society and read, 'this is what a feminist looks like'.

Yesterday was Halloween and I lit candles in the garden, hung up a Happy Halloween sign, put a broomstick and inflatable ghost by the door and waited for the bell to ring. Pluto was particularly effective at giving the impression, with his deep excited bark, that he was indeed the Hound of the Baskervilles (although a little shorter than the original who appearead in the 1939 classic with Basil Rathbone).

We only had about 8 vistors. All of them hideous, twisted ghouls, witches and monsters, and one in a tracksuit that clearly felt that throwing on an old sheet was too much effort. By 7.30pm everyone was back home making themselves sick on cheap orange candy and we opened a bottle of wine.

I wish I'd given them more sweets now, I've got a novelty pumpkin head bucket half-full of lollies and marshmallows.

Looking forward to my lie-in tomorrow. Especially as we've got to get up at 4am on Saturday to go to Cornwall. I'm guessing it'll be another Sunday in bed...