Treats?

Do I have treats? As it happens, I do. Do step in, come out of the cold, relentless rain. I'll go and fetch the treats. Do come in. 

This year again I taught the neighbours a valuable lesson: there is no such thing as a free meal. And there is no such thing as a free bucket of sweets for their toddlers. The little darlings will be in therapy for years... 
Later there was a bonfire, in the pissing rain. 
Later still, there were chips, still in the pissing rain. 
Now, at last, flannel pyjamas and a warm duvet. Heading back to work tomorrow...