Enticing

Lordy, that power-washing of the under sides is hard work. And filthy work too. Cue comic misunderstanding. Yes, yes, it’s the boat I’ve been scrubbing down. Tell you what though, I parked up at the boat club and what did my trip mileometer say? 666.6 miles! Spooky or what. 
And later, more spookiness as a lantern had to be carved - and set outside on the windowsill to ensnare young children. Come, little children, come. 
Actually, a couple along the road with two young kids put it out that they were looking to see if there were doors their little kids could knock. They were deluged with replies. It’s like Children of Men round here. Just look at the old photos of our street teeming with kids. Where have they all gone?