Remember, remember...

Remember, remember the fifth of November,

Gunpowder, treason and plot.

I see no reason why gunpowder, treason

Should ever be forgot.

Bonfire night. Another sort of holiday that I really like. I like the jacket potatoes, the hot dogs, the toffee apples, the bonfire toffee. Basically all the bonfire food. And I like wrapping up warm and getting together with loads of friends or family to go to the local bonfire. I love to watch the fireworks. Ever since being a very little girl I've hated the loud bangs that they make, but I love to look at them. Especially ones at a proper firework display. The big, spectacular ones. Not so much the cheap ones you get from the supermarket that bang and then have a little shower of pink or green sparkles. And I love sparklers. I always try to write my name in the wintery air. In fact, in I just generally love any occassion to get together with lots of people that I love and to have lots of nice food.

This bonfire weekend Mr.K's sister is coming to spend the weekend with us. Emily and I are very close in age so I get on with her very well. She's coming to our house straight from finishing work tonight, so I need to start thinking about bonfire treats I'm going to make. I think that tonight we'll go to see the fireworks in Hyde Park & then go on to a party that is been thrown by some of my old housemates. I think they've bought lots of sparklers and even some UV lights, which should be lots of fun. Anyway, before this fun commences I have an essay to start planning and lots of housework to do.