damp squib

Last night was quite disappointing.
I’d got so excited during the day that I’d even written a haiku:

Bonfire Night is here
Time to dust off the fireworks
And burn, baby, burn!

But I’d forgotten to look up where there might be a decent Bonfire Night do, so I ended up looking out of the bedroom window forlornly hoping for something to happen. We’ve been to some great events in recent years, but obviously they were all back in Norfolk and we didn’t fancy a 90-minute drive just to see some cheap fireworks. When I still lived back at home with Hannah we had some rough neighbours so there were bangers and rockets going off constantly for a fortnight in early November, but last night we didn’t see a thing. A little downside to living in the middle of nowhere, I guess. Maybe next year we’ll plan a little get-together ourselves and involve all the neighbours. We can do that, because we know we’ll still be living here next year, and that is something I am still finding hard to get used to!
I’ll have a look in the local paper at work tomorrow, I’m sure there’ll be some belated Bonfire parties at the weekend. 

RC 6-11-14