It was an extraordinarily busy week, evidenced by the fact that some days I was unable to get to my beloved thoughts village. The twins got to their first fireworks event (5 years old) , last year rain and near gale force winds put a lock down on events, when they were three they were still on powerful medication and undergoing operations from their premature birth, although Mrs G and I parked up near a display, but they were fast a sleep and before then until near two they had to have oxygen. Whilst we did have little oxygen tanks we felt it might not be wise to take them to a fireworks event.
The start was delayed as people were still arriving, and as we were early we got a place right on the safety net. Munching Hotdogs and drinking hot chocolate ( much of which I had to hold – quite a juggling act ), the cold started to attack us from the ground up as through Xylem in plants and a constant but chill winds at our face.
The twins were exited and restless, but the delay almost meant an early departure as the twins had no idea what to expect and wanted to go home. Then the bonfire was lit and illuminated the night sky, it was clear crisp but cold.
Then the fireworks started, as I looked down at the twins and saw mesmerised looks, as lights of all colours sparkled and exploded, the noise, the smell of sulphur, it transported me back to when my parents used to take me to the local church fireworks event.
I remember not the toys or money or sweets I received , but memories like that , of feeling safe with family , as I experienced those early firework displays that stick in the memory, hot soup and a hug from father as an unexpected loud bang frightened the four year old puck.
I was so glad to be there and witness my own children, the display was fantastic, they stopped for a break, and we told the twins that was the end , and carefully held their hands all the way back to Mrs G ‘s people carrier.
Father is , well father is ill, and that is also a hard pill to swallow and hard on mother , though I have arranged an extra daily help.
The twins leave for the wedding soon, and the start of that particular depression is starting.
The house needs some work done in spring, so I need to work that into my cash flow, and as another Autumn quickly gives way to winter the puck wishes you all well.
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