Remember, remember, the Fifth of November…It’s Bonfire Night!
I’m not generally one for Holidays, but I make an exception for Guy Fawkes because, a.) when I lived in the UK, I attended a bonfire night celebration and thought, “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen in my life: they just build a huge fire and everyone* gets drunk and somehow this is a holiday!” and b.) in the U.S., it’s not really a thing and therefore you can’t shop for it.
(This may just be retail PTSD talking, but the minute I walk into a store and see a display advertising “Don’t Forget November 5th! 30% Off All Fireplace Accessories!” I’ll forswear the occasion entirely.)
Unfortunately, since we live across the street from the Fire Station, we can’t go crazy with the whole bonfire thing.
So while My Fella prepared a tiny conflagration of twigs in our backyard charcoal grill, I set to work making an effigy. Here is what I came up with…*
And then we burninated him.
And it was glorious.