Well, we were away for Halloween, half term so down with the family in Devon. Arrived home on Saturday only to find my car covered in yoghurt. Bless 'em, as we didn't answer the door, we were 'tricked'. >:( I don't mind it, although it can be a touch intimidating if a herd of lads rolls up at the door begging for sweets. Mine don't go trick or treating so we usually have out own little halloween party indoors. Much prefer Guy Fawkes - I do love a good bang in the evening. :P