Absence makes the heart, etc.

It has disappointed me massively that I won’t get to see a fireworks display this year. Bonfire Night has always been one of my Top 3 Days Of The Year, and has grown increasingly so as I’ve got older. I just love the whole thing - congregating outside, drinking overpriced soup from a Styrofoam cup, feeling your front half singe as you face the fire while your back and arse are freezing, jostling for position in a muddy field, the slight worry that comes over you when a rocket seems to be arcing over the top of the crowd. Even the idiots who stop watching the display so they can get their camera phones working to film some of it have a certain charm to me these days. But, like so many things in 2020, that regular, annual source of joy has been denied us.
Never mind. I’ve always said that things like Christmas would mean so much more if we had to wait longer for them. So I’m not gonna get all down and grumpy about it, I’m going to do what I’ve been telling other people to do all year – adapt and accept, and make the best of it.  Tomorrow night we shall have a little fire in the garden. We shall have mugs of soup, warmed sausage rolls and some sparklers. Then we shall come indoors and, on our largest, brightest, most HD-friendly TV screen, watch a video of a big, expensive display on YouTube (of which there are many).
And then next year I’ll hit an outdoor event like a sugar addict hitting a sherbet fountain.

Here’s an afterthought: Why don’t all the organised displays store up the fireworks they would have used this year, and set them all off in one go when we finally see off the virus?

RC 4-11-20