It is bonfire night. We have to wear woolly jumpers and scarves and stand around a large fire outside with our front half singed and our back half freezing.
We will gather with friends or neighbours and light small incendiary devices that glow for a moment in the dark night sky and give my dog a nervous condition that will last for three months (despite leaving him soft jazz to soothe him.)
We will burn our tongues and fingers on baked potatoes and crack our teeth (or our fillings) on toffee apples.
We will do this to remember an unsuccessful terrorist plot based on religious and political conflict where the plotters were caught and the chief plotter (a Mr Fawkes) jumped to his death moments before his sentence was due to be completed.
Seeing as the whole death was to be hung, drawn and quatered he should have jumped earlier methinks.
Anyhoo – Fireworks night- isn’t it wonderful?
NB – I would like to add that despite the arcane and bizarre ritual that is Fireworks night it still makes more sense to me than why I should get into trouble for whatever it is Himself is about to tell me off for. I call for justice. I call for fair representation. I call for an end to “that sort of thing”. I am sorry to put it so strongly but there you go.
It needed to be said.
PS- Any sign of Friday yet?
PPS- I spell checked this and it said it was all fine. That just goes to show you can’t trust anyone these days.
Poppy,I think that Bonfire Night is a good night not only to light a fire on the lovely village green but also to light a fire on another site of outstanding natural beauty!
Aristotle
Poppy, yes indeed, spanking my love by the light of a roaring bonfire until her end is glowing brighter than the fire, while her gasps and cries are disguised by exploding fireworks.
As long as my dogs are safe and out of the way and it's dry, then it will be a wonderful evening.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Poppy, have a happy and safe Guy Fawkes Night, and I'm sure Himself will keep your back half as toasty as your singed front half.
Ok.
Guys- F-I-R-E-W-O-R-K-S.
The only fizz bang wallop there will be in my evening will come from the sky and will be pink and green and red and white sparkles.
I will have a happy and safe Guy Fawkes night. I hope that any of you based on this side of the pond have a wonderful Guy Fawkes night too.
I love fireworks. They make me all 4th of July patriotic, bottom's red glare, that sort of thing. I'm pretty sure it's bottom's red glare. It is in my version anyhow.