Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday, 5 November 2014
On Bonfire Night
I am back from Bonfire Night, or Guy Fawkes Night, which I care little about usually. I spend it at home more often than none, but my wife convinced me to go (mainly because it was held at the school where she works). And I was surprised to enjoy myself quite a lot. Fireworks were late and it was short, but maybe when it happens in midweek, it is the way to do it. Anyway, what I love most about Bonfire Night is not the fireworks, but actually the bonfire. I LOVE bonfires, the smell of fire in the November night. Simply priceless. It makes me enjoy November, which is not small feast. There was one disappointment: I usually have Roasted Nuts on Guy Fawkes Night, which is one of my favourite beers down this side of the world. Sadly, they had already sold out when I went. So instead, I settled for mulled wine. My first mulled wine of the year. So not all was lost.