Today is Guy Fawkes. I didn't even realise. Of course when I did I was saddened that I failed to remember a holiday that I loved very much back home. I went into the lounge and dismally said "Happy Guy Fawkes Day. I forgot. And I don't even have sparklers" But boy, being boy, promptly says "Your shirt is sparkly". Then he proceeds to pick me up and spin me around and around, whilst making fireworks sounds.
It's like the sun came out on a rainy day!
I think every year I will be the sparkler from now on. Because much laughter and brilliance was had.
And now I'm off to paint!
HAPPY GUY FAWKES.