I thought this a warm and cheering window at Govan Cross on a damp, chill Hallowe'en. It's a countrywide bakery chain, but that's ok; it's keeping a shop open in Govan, which is very welcome. Their pink jammies are yummy into the bargain, although they don't beat a coconut icing bun fae Watsons.
A dry night brings out guisers and there's a fair number zipping up and down Govan's streets, including witches, vampires, a skeleton and a mummy.
We celebrate the evening with an owl and a pussycat and have dooking for apples (full face in, no forks) and demand a wee turn before handing over nuts and sweeties.
Who dared to chap the door of the devil lurking at this Govan tenement window? No me, no me, no me . . .