Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Hulloa boys, Hulloa boys, let the bells ring.
Hulloa boys, hulloa boys, God save the Queen!
Dad Say's this at any given opportunity, it's engraved in my brain.
It sounds best if you read it in an English accent.
T'was guy Fawkes night last night, fireworks crackled and popped (like the cereal) all night long (though there is supposed to be a cap on them after 11) and we were no exception, dad likes to put on a show in the garden.
How creepy- I think it's a ghost of Guy, Mutti thinks it's dad in his woodsman getup
(see below) this is not a drill, you would never know he was a respected businessman
Me and Mutti are magpie's anyway, we like a bit of sparkle, we were in our element.
There were no toffee apples this year, nor did we bother with sparkler's, just a lot of excitement over who got to pick the fireworks.
And there was no burning of a Guy, (alex was nearly called Guy- ?) because Mutti doesn't like it, and I refused to spend a weekend sewing.
And I didn't forget about Halloween- well I did, but I didn't here you go my Luvlies.
As always on a sunday I was doing my art from, quite literally, dawn till dusk, and was really not feeling Halloween, but alex dragged me from my pit at about 4pm, to oversee the carving of pumpkins, and make cakes and cookies for the trick or treaters (all alone) they went down very well, and on request, I have since remade the cookies.
I didn't go trick or treating, but Eve took Alex, I asked him to save me a sweet, he handed me a single Haribo, I don't eat Haribo.
Until next time my sweethearts- did you celebrate Halloween and Guy Fawkes night? what are some of your traditions?