I always think it’s a strange thing to celebrate, with me being brought up a Roman Catholic and all… Still, history aside, I have fond memories of eating toffee apples, treacle toffee and writing my name in the air with sparklers. Tonight I felt too sore to brave the cold and so had to make do with homemade chilli and the view from the window; thankfully, our neighbours had some spectacular displays.
Next year, I want to be wrapped up from head to toe, stood in front of a bonfire in my wellies, with a cold nose and rosy cheeks. That’s what it’s all about after all 🙂
Happy Bonfire Night!