Ooh, aah… aren’t the fireworks pretty. My neighbours are busy celebrating the festival of “The Sunday Before Bonfire Night”. Personally, I opted to celebrate “The Saturday Before Bonfire Night” at a friend’s firework party -and very nice it was too, despite being on the wrong day.
Now this may make me seem sad and pedantic, but I quite like the idea of celebrating things on the right day. I can see that there are two sides to this:
Practical self: Everyone has to go to work on Tuesday morning, the weekend is so much more convenient etc
Pedantic self: Why are we setting fireworks off on a random date because we are all too busy/old/sad to get out and socialise on a Monday night?
Anyway, that’s enough moaning, time to go and eat that Christmas dinner…