Today is the 5th of November, which ordinarily mean it’s Guy Fawkes Night. This is because somebody called Guy Fawkes was quite bad at regicide, but to be fair to him, he was part of a bigger group of people who were all bad at regicide and he wasn’t even the ringleader. But for some reason we only remember him.
In honour of his incompetence we normally have firework displays and bonfires and treacle toffee. Not that I tend to partake in such things, but normally I could if I wanted to.
And given that my daughter is now two years of age, which may be old enough to possibly enjoy a firework display, I might have gone out this evening, if today were not the day that England officially went into its second lockdown of 2020. The lockdown means that firework displays are pretty much off the table. Metaphorically I mean. It would obviously be a bad idea to use a table to stage firework displays any year.
So Little Proclaims will not be seeing any fireworks this year. But in fairness, her drawings are just as exciting in their own way.