Outreach freakery

In our 15 years living in the ye olde staff cottages of the former Kingseat Hospital, we've never had one guiser come to the door. Not one. Over the years we've had to eat the Halloween chocolate all by ourselves, but we've bravely endured such a hardship. I stopped buying any in the end. So Dave has to take his haloweening out into the community to get his fix, like an outreach satanic street pastor, even if just for 5 minutes, like he did tonight in Meldrum when he nipped out to pick up Tess from her pals.