For those of you not based in the UK on the 5th November we celebrate Guy Fawkes….
It’s really quite random when we think about it. They say Guy Fawkes was the first evidence of real treason in the county and we celebrate the failed attempt…. I don’t think many of us have any clue why we do it and it’s mostly known as bonfire night.
There is a HUGE bonfire at the bottom of our garden tonight.
This is the reflection on the back of the house. I’m torn between the beauty of it and the fear it burns the trees and the shed down 🤦🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️😂 I am in serious “feeling” mode today. 😂
The dogs are all calm which is good. The foreworks seem far enough away that they can’t really hear them. I can’t get Calaidh to go outside… she retreats into the house as soon as she hears a firework pop in the distance.
Anyhoo…. I was at the little gift shop this morning and we were pretty busy. We shut at 1 and we were still going strong at ten past… didn’t even realise the time. It had been miserable first thing and I got soaked going in but it was a lovely afternoon.
I took Calaidh and Freya out when I got back.
My legs are sore, I’m really tired but I dragged myself around the walk. Thankfully when I got back I met Rachel-two-doors-down who was about to walk Nacho so we headed up the hill and I took Bhruic. didn’t take any photos of thyme out together… I wouldn’t have made it so far if it wasn’t for Rachel being there.
I’ve hit a wall both tired and emotional. I just want to cry and I am on and off…. I decided to go to bed and it’s the first time I’ve done that in ages. I was in bed before 4pm and set the alarm for 6.15pm.
I was even irritated in my sleep. My knee and leg were sore when I lay down. The dogs barked a couple of times, I felt like I wasn’t sleeping properly but when I did “come to” enough to check my phone it was 6.17pm and I hadn’t obviously set the alarm I though I had…. And I must have been sleeping or I’d have picked the phone up way before that. 😂
I just want to hide from the world and feel sorry for myself but we had to set up the village hall for a MacMillan coffee afternoon tomorrow. (I can’t take credit for these pictures but I can for many of the tablecloths 🤦🏻♀️😂😂😂)
My neighbour Holly who runs the village pub lost both her mum and her sister to cancer, this is a lovely memorial table for them and the reason she hits such a big event every year. We’ll all be in our MacMillan T-shirts tomorrow.
When you walk out of the hall….. check this for an advert….
So yeah, I’m back home. I was holding in the tears the whole time. They are not far away. I just hope that tomorrow brings a slightly stronger emotional day so that I don’t crumble the minute something either says something I don’t like, or, sometimes worse, someone is nice to me.
We really have a tough time with our emotions sometimes. It’s bloody hard work.
Anyway, enjoy the bonfires and fireworks if you’re having some.
Stay safe everyone 🔥🔥🔥
2 thoughts on “Day 942 Guy Fawkes night!”
Well the spelling error when you wrote about the gift shop should make you laugh!
MacMillan nurses are angels. They were wonderful when my Mum died.
Big hugs and love xxxxxxxx
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Jeez I do that all that time!!!!!! They are and we raise a lot of money every year which is great. Thanks lovely xxxxxx