Well, it’s Bonfire Night over here in Britain. This is the third one I’ve experienced, and I still can’t get over the novelty of setting off fireworks in November. Where I come from, fireworks are meant to be experienced on a warm summer night, lying on a blanket with your siblings trying to catch “lightnin’ bugs” and oohing at the patriotic local show. Instead here everyone tramps out to a hill in the middle of the freezing cold night to commemorate a murderous traitor. Very odd, the British.
There are still (loud) fireworks going off on our block. I don’t think Britain has the same laws against, you know, BIG fireworks that we do in the U.S. These suckers sound huge. It’s gonna be a while before I sleep.
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Remember, remember, the 5th of November. Bonfire night isn’t till Monday!
Yeah, I know. But they do the big fireworks night on the nearest Saturday, which was last night. Gives you more time to be festive, I guess.
Gah, so jealeous.
Well at least you don’t live in an area where you aren’t entirely sure that that load bang was indeed a firework going off…..