Hehe, what a great weekend. You never feel more loved than when you've been away for a couple of weeks and everyone's chuffed your back! Saturday I slept, mooched and hung out with Smiles, Ben and Dave. We went out for dinner and had our own fireworks party up the Trundle.
I was in full on overtired-hyperactive mode talking utter rubbish and laughing like a hyena. As we watched the boys burning their fingers and launching sparkling rockets into the Chichester sky I felt inspired to sing. I opened my mouth, took a deep breath, and stopped mid note...
Everyone looked at me a little confused as the realisation dawned on me that there was no such thing as a firework song! How shocking! Every other holiday has it's own song but none such luck for the lowly bonfire night.
Smiles and I rectified that in a jiffy by composing three verses of a jaunty little number that would work well in any primary school assembly in the country! If you want to hear it, we can be bribed by chocolate.
Church was cool, felt like I hadn't been there in ages. Afterward a lot of us decended on Lloyds for lunch and then back to the girls for movie afternoon... Aaaaaah my weekend is complete.
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