It is Hallowe'en and some posh kids are knocking at the door. Begging. They are with their equally posh parents and they are giving the recent sweetie offerings they've culled from gullible folks a thorough going-over to ensure there are no additives and it's all organic produce.
Then something inside me just snaps...
And apparently the words 'I'm sorry but I'm not allowed near such pretty children as part of my parole conditions' is not the right thing to say.
It's political correctness gone mad...
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