Sunday, 4th November 2007
Is it odd for Catholic families to celebrate Guy Fawkes’ Night?
I don’t suppose so: on balance I am, after all, fairly pleased that Mr. Fawkes and his chums didn’t manage to blow up the Houses of Parliament and the King. So, last night, we took the children (in their pyjamas, which was an enormous treat) to a local fireworks display.
Apart from a compere who was (as Wife noted) acting as if he was the link man on Live 8 (a little too much “Hello Chiswick!!” for my liking), it was brilliant. God, I love fireworks – and these were some of the best I have ever seen: accompanied by the themes to James Bond, Harry Potter and The Bourne Ultimatum, they lasted for a good half an hour.
The children also loved every second – especially the presence of the people who were selling crappy, plastic, flashing light-embedded swords, which they all had one of, and managed to stay awake until 9pm.
We had hoped that this would mean that all of them (especially Youngest Son) would be later to rise. A 5.40am wake-up call disproved this, and had Wife stamping off to Mothercare for a gate for his bedroom door this morning…
