We're not 'doing' Halloween in our village. But the lady vicar is doing a Halloween story/sing-song with the children in the village hall (suitably masked and socially-distanced)
I'd be so glad to see the end of blooming fireworks Bonzo. Terrifies the dogs, cats, wildlife and panics the livestock in our fields. Also, I'm always worried about our oil-tank full of kerosene. Smouldering rockets shower down and could cause a fire.
We were in the supermarket today, and the ghastly Halloween tat on sale was ridiculous. Aisle upon aisle of plastic rubbish. (But wicked husband found a large rubber spider and dangled it in front of me. Cue piercing screams and the whole of Tesco staring. I could have died of shame. Isn't he naughty?)