He is small fry by comparison to our decorative neighbours. Most houses near us have spiders the size of doors climbing up the exterior walls and have polyester cobwebs that appear to seal the entrance to their homes. There are Frankensteins and severed limbs, black cats with wild green eyes and pumpkins inflated on the rooves. As I write this I realise I should take some photographic evidence of this stuff - next year. Oli, who I believed was scared of nothing has taken it upon himself to be terrified of Mr Bones, though he saw that he was made (in less than half an hour) with that All Blacks T shirt (sorry, Sally Anne, you knew Dom would never wear it!) and how we stuffed him with old socks and stuck a pole in him so he'd sit up straight. But perhaps that's simply scary in itself - to make a little body, larger than Oli's - out of relatively nothing and stick a pole up his bottom to make him behave.
