Been
a strange week. I think I suffered a bit from the old 'After the Lord Mayor's
show' virus because last week was just so busy and this week just so isn't.
Plus - for the first time since May half-term - I am not at work on a Saturday!
So that just feels a bit weird and has left me feeling a bit unsettled.
The good thing is that it's Fireworks weekend, which
is one of my favourite annual human-created events; and Mathew is now old
enough to know what is going on and enjoy it! The bad thing is that the weather
is threatening to torpedo every available planned display and we may be reduced
to buying our own box of sparklers and spending an hour on the beach. Which,
now I've written it down here, sounds like it could actually be quite
delightful. I've always preferred the smaller, more intimate Bonfire Night
affairs, where a small village all gathers at the scout hut and enjoys mugs of
soup and a hot dog, rather than the 10,000-people-in-a-muddy-field, overcrowded,
overpriced 'Extravaganzas' that big towns and cities put on. So maybe we narrow
it right down to only four or five people and have The Ultimate Intimate Experience.
Or we could just do what we did during the 2020 Lockdown and watch loads of YouTube
clips of huge fireworks displays while sitting indoors in the warm and eating
crisps.
RC 4-11-23
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