So…., it is Bonfire Night!

Penny for the Guy! What ever happened to him?

Those were the days, rummaging around in my mother’s drawers searching for an old pair of tights to stuff full of newspaper, ‘eh Voila’- a pair of legs! To create the rest of him I would always go to the local jumble sale the previous week to find him an outfit, and of course while I was there would seek out any weird objects and curio.

Once Guy was ready, and a pushchair obtained, off my friend Gee and I would go to Wimbledon’s Safeways, and stand there freezing our bits off crying out ‘Penny for the Guy’, ‘Penny for the Guy’- Fond memories!

I was never one to purchase fireworks, obviously back then I was too young, and even now I wouldn’t. The organised displays are the way to go. Mmmmm, the smell of sulphur in the air- ok…. I know it’s saltpeter and potassium nitrate!

Colourful firework displays reaching across the skies creating their own unique art pieces, along with the crackling, shooting rocket noises and extremely loud bangs, I believe stir the same emotions in all ages. Not forgetting the crude comments about flatulence! Haha!

On another note, I am sure we all know the story of Guy Fawkes and have all at some point participated in this annual event one way or another. Aww, Brexit has come into mind yet again and I’m sure that Guy Fawkes would have been most welcomed this year given the mess that we seem to be in!

Putting that aside I would like to reflect on how this evening can be both fun and dangerous and hope that my fellow firework lovers take special care tonight. Especially, please look after all your little fur babies.

Enjoy your hotdog rolls, get your mittens on and get those sparklers out!

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