At least Halloween doesn't start in August - or even July, like Christmas in September. I can't make out whether I'm a grumpy old woman (well, actually, I know I am) or whether I'm merely jealous of all the diversions for the children these days. Halloween, I'm sure, was unheard of in the 40s and 50s when I was really young, Bonfire Night was on 5 November, not before and not after, and Christmas was three days - Eve, Day and Boxing Day. New Year was a sort of diversion, if you call being the only youngster at the Methodist Chapel social followed by the Watch Night Service at 11.45 pm, only just awake, and all the adults high on orange squash, a diversion. And don't get me started on Proms - a quick whip round with an autograph book and home. School - end of! But live and let live - as long as they don't make a noise and frighten the horses ...............