This evening we went trick or treating. I was an 'old bag' with curlers in my hair and carried a rolling pin.
It wasn't that common to go trick-or-treating in the 1970s in England, but we had understanding neighbours.
I recently discovered my diary from 1978, the year I turned eleven. It is embarassing to read, but also quite fun, so I decided to put it up as a blog. Eventually I may put up some photos from that year, or thereabouts, as well. (Almost) all spelling and punctuation errors are in the original.
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