Summer's over folks - or as we like to call it here in London: monsoon season. London may be the only city in the world where, when it starts to get sunny, you know it's finally Autumn.

But even without the weather, I can tell the changing of the seasons by the fact I get the same reoccurring nightmare. Not one filled with goblins and ghouls - or more pressingly, a London with thousands less City boys (the horror, I'll starve) - but a terrible dream about forgetting Hallowe'en.

Since I was a wee child, I've had the same nightmare - it's Hallowe'en, and somehow I don't have a costume. I wake up panting in fear. Literally, just thinking about it gives me the shakes, because honestly, nothing on God's green Earth would be worse.