You probably know, if you’ve read any of my past
early November postings, that I am a bit of a fan of Bonfire Night. I love the
fireworks, I love the open-air food, I love the gatherings of likeminded people
all out and about to enjoy a common spectacle. It’s become a bit of a tradition
in recent years to venture out with Philippa and cuddle up close near a fire,
but this year that streak may be broken by the fact that we are parents.
Philippa thinks it will be too much for Mathew, but
she’s happy for me to go out and see a display without them. I’m not sure that
sounds like a great deal of fun, really. Mainly because there won’t be anyone there
to drive me home after I’ve gotten slowly wasted from my hip flask.
RC 2-11-19
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