I salivate in memory as I type. (Not a pretty sight, and causing havoc with my keyboard.)
Another treat was to be driven for the first time by newly qualified Emily in her brand-old new car. I flinched not once. In fact, I was rather impressed by her competence though I managed to refrain from saying so. She is five-foot nothing and a swollen head might have overbalanced her and caused an accident.
And then there was
Then there was the trick 'n treating. Very funny. Sue lives in quite a posh bit of South London, and we traipsed around behind all the posh families who were knocking on the doors of those foolish enough to leave a lighted pumpkin on the gatepost.
'No, after you.'
'Please, you were first.'
'But your children are younger.'
''They may look such but pre-juvenile plastic surgery is so efficacious nowadays.'
'I couldn't possibly, you have put yours down for Harrow.'
'I happen to know yours are down for Roedean and Eton.'
'Only if the Lehman Brothers' bonus is not taxed to buggery by the government.'
'Don't worry… David went to Eton and Nick to Westminster, so…'
'I hear Harrow is very good.'