...the fifth of November.
*That's Guy Fawkes Day (a.k.a. Bonfire Night) for those of you who missed out on nursery rhyme education.
And man oh man, do I wish I was in a pub in London right about now! Cause really, what's not to love about burning a historical traitor in effigy while marching all over London and singing God Save the Queen at the top of your voice while the grog flows in the streets?
But I guess I'll just have to settle for an evening spent around a backyard campfire with children for company instead of party-goers, stars instead of airborne explosives, Raclette instead of a Cornish pasty, the Sanborn songbook instead of God Save the Queen, and a little Schnapps instead of a pint of bitter.
I think I'll take it.
As much as I would love to be in England some Nov. 5, even more do I wish I could be eating Raclette right now. Hmmmm. I miss it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for continuing to share your stories! I so enjoy reading about your adventures, your day-to-day, and your reminiscing.
I miss London:( And you.
ReplyDeleteI wish we both could have been there! I bet it was amazing and we would have had so much fun contributing to mayhem.
ReplyDeletealso, I fully endorse and am 100% behind your online book-club idea. I am in.