- - November 5th -
Me -"What's for tea?"
Mummy - "A Bonfire".
Me - “What are we having to eat?? Is Granny here? Is daddy home?? Where’s Grandad??”
Me - “Where’s daddy??”
Mummy – “In the garden - - Lighting the fire”
Me - “What are we having to eat??”
Mummy - “Hash, Black peas, Jacket Potatoes – get the salt, pepper & vinegar – put them on the kitchen table”
mmm Jacket Potatoes baked in the embers of the bonfire - - - al blackened skins, smoky tasting- and unbelievably hot!!! Parkin, Treacle Toffee - and fireworks! Oh the magic - - I love fireworks - - I do - - I find them truly magical - - I loved them when I was a child when we only had a small display in the garden - - and I love them still - - even though now almost everywhere there is an official display – so much safer I am sure - - but I do miss that impromptu “bonfire for tea” moment!
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