Arrr me hearties, tonight be Bonfire Night. So grab your scarf and wooly hat (which I'm not sure many pirates own, nevertheless) and go and toast a fire over the marshmallow! Wait...
I've just got back from seeing some luverly fireworks 'up Tremorvah' as the roughians and scalliwags would say. I may have given some bloke £5 more change than I was supposed to...
Oh well, it was dark and he'll have a nice surprise when he opens his wallet, compliments of l'Harris. So that was a fabulous evening and a half, full of loud bangs and bonfire smoke in the eye. But it's all in the name of blowing up the Houses of Parliament... isn't it?
They were pretty impressive foreworks to be fair, they had them all: the BANG ones, the WEEEEEEE ones, the FIZZLE ones and the nice little POP ones. You know what I mean.
I'm not a huge fan of Thursdays, they just seem to last forever. Physics, Chemistry, Prefect Duty instead of break, Maths, English, Paired Reading, then the wonderment of English again. Woopee! Then to top it all off I had afterschool Spanish. On the bright side, I can now book a hotel room in Spanish. I can't tell you how many times I have needed to do that. But now with a simple: Una habitacion idiviual con baño completo para mañana por favor, I can confuse hotel receptionists the country over.
Sozzzzzz bbzzzzzzz that it's a shortie this fine evening, but as our Lord Henry VIII would say; I'm hungry.
Later Skaters
Beth x
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