The recent tradition of carving pumpkins in the Ayres household (as opposed to the previous tradition of carving turnips, which destroys the muscles and tendons in the hands and wrists) has now moved to a new level.
This year my 15 year old son, Rogan, decided he’d like to give it a go.
So this morning, the two of us coated the kitchen in seeds, skin and mulch as we attacked the huge orange vegetables (2 for £3 special offer at the local supermarket) with knives and spoons.
Rogan came up with his own design, and I gave him enough guidance for him to avoid severing his fingers.
I think it came close to being one of those father-son bonding moments.