...and after Saturday and Monday off, I went back to work this morning to find photographs of myself plastered all over the damn place. Bastards.
Last Friday was The Halloween Spooktacular (story-telling sessions, art classes, mime artists, stilt walkers, the whole nine yards), and we all had to dress up for the occasion. I was The Undertaker, in a formal suit, black tie, stovepipe hat and umbrella. And yes, I must admit, I was one scary lookin' fucker.
The pictures will be in all the local papers later this week. Oh great. I get the feeling I won't be able to show my face in the pub for a very long time.