On this night, more than 400 years ago, a group of angry English Catholic hoomans were trying to blow up the Houses of Parliament and kill the King James of England and Scotland.
But the Gunpowder Plot was foiled. So every year on this night since then, bonfires were set alight to celebrate the safety of the King. They usually burn an effigy that represented Guy Fawkes – the guy found guarding the cellar with tons and tons of gunpowder. He who overpowered and eventually killed. (But from watching “Gunpowder” on BBC1, we now know that the mastermind behind the ploy was Robert Catesby.)
The event is also commemorated with fireworks. So for the last two nights, we have started hearing fireworks.
George used to shudder in fear when he heard them. Mummy bought him a Thunder shirt last year and he seemed to have coped. This year, we couldn’t find the shirt!!!! But he seemed much better. Maybe he is used to it now and seemed less bothered though he became alert and listened out for the sounds. But he is no longer trembling with fear.
I have never been afraid of fireworks. I don’t necessarily like them but from a very early age, Mummy didn’t know better and we would attend New Year’s Eve fireworks – and I guess I knew it would be ok in Mummy’s arms while we watched them explode in the skies.
While we were walking around Parliament Square, We saw lots of larger than life “lifeless hoomans” – and Mummy said, in life they were definitely larger than life.They had beliefs and ideals and tried to make the world a better place. I wish I could hear what they’re saying …
May’s comment: We will draw the curtains and turn up the volume of the TV as we watch Strictly Come Dancing and the X-Factor and behave as if nothing is happening. Last night, we did the same. Darcy came and sat next to me. George was a bit tensed but he too sat touching me. And we watched telly together. All was well. And we’re ready for this evening!