Ooo, Bonfire Night!
I love fireworks and really enjoy the atmosphere on Bonfire Night. As the 5th is Monday, most people have been having their displays this weekend, though fireworks have been going off at random intervals for a good couple of weeks now.
My city’s main display is tonight. I’m lucky that I can see the display from my flat, as I’m on call for work tonight and would never be able to hear the phone if I went down there. So I’m sitting here, in the warm, watching the fireworks (very pretty this year!) and writing this.
I got my share of Bonfire Night atmosphere last night. Mr Flirt had a party at his house last night to celebrate Bonfire Night and the fact that he and his partner have been together for 15 years.
Though I arrived too late for the bonfire, I didn’t miss the fireworks.
Mr Flirt took great pride in sorting them out and setting them off. It was a good display, somewhat enhanced by the occasional shout of “Shit, the tree” and the odd squeal as a couple of rogue rocket’s went sideways, rather than up!
And this is the guy who has a sideline in Health and Safety training! Though to be fair there was the constant presence of a bucket of water…
I only had one moment of opening my mouth before my brain kicked in, which as some of you know is pretty good going for me! As I stood there with a friend’s partner (she’d headed inside for safety!) watching a couple of rockets fail to deliver on their promise and kind of pop rather than explode, I turned and commented
“They’re a bit like farts really” (I do admit to having had a few by then).
Silence. Followed by laughter and the question “So, do all of your farts involve multi-coloured sparks?”.
Only with the hotter curries!