It is raining, so what more is there to say. It is pouring down for the first time in a couple of weeks. Yesterday the neighbour opposite spent time showering her garden. I could have told her it is not worth the effort and water, but she is convinced that she always does everything in the right way. My garden was still surviving nicely and at the beginning of November I do not need to give it water.
Yesterday was 5th November which probably only has a meaning for the Brits amongst us. We commemorate Guy Fawkes, the guy who decided to blow up the houses of parliament in London. A lot has been written about him, but it is probably only the Brits that almost make a national day of it. Luckily (or unluckily according to how you look at it), his plot was discovered. The gunpowder was ready and waiting but the King’s men arrived in time. If you are interested in the political background, again to do with religion which seems to be the cause for most problems, then look it up in Wikipedia.
The main thing about this Fawkes guy was that the kids in England have fun. They manage to construct a dummy, known as a guy, and parade it around the streets of London usually in an old push chair, collecting money to buy their fireworks. “A penny for the guy” was their war cry, although I should think today it would be many pennies or pounds to cover the price of fireworks. I never bothered myself because I did not like the fireworks that went “bang”, they scared me as a kid. I remember once going with my mum in the evening to get a couple of drinks at the off licence. The off licence was a place where you could buy alcholic drinks in the evening, and also soft drinks.
I remember I wanted a bottle of tizer (another drink of the past). And so when we left the off licence there were kids outside throwing “bangers” on the street. We were both scared and spent many minutes waiting for a chance to escape and get home. If it does that sort of thing to humans, I realise why the cats and dogs get their annual nervous breakdown on 5th November. I was reading some remarks in Facebook yesterday, and it has not changed over the years. Looking at the price of fireworks today, I wonder how the kids, or parents, can afford to throw their money away on these explosives. I do not see the fun in it. We have something similar on the Swiss National Day, 1st August.
I have now finished my breakfast and in the meanwhile my luch is cooking. I have a large piece of ham today, all nicely packed in a sterilised cooking proof bag. All I have to do is heat it in boiling water and my meat will be ready at lunch time. I also have some frozen beans and potatoes to go with it. It is Sunday, a so-called day of rest, and I am taking it easy this morning.
Yesterday afternoon whilst I was writing my piece of the day on the computer I saw a great tit land on the tree in front of the window. I was lucky that he stayed awhile because I am no longer fast enough for a quick grab at the camera, but I managed to make a capture. It is the first tit of the season. We have quite a few in Winter, but I never see them in Summer.
And now to depart and enjoy my quiet relaxing Sunday. There is sometimes an advantage when it rains. You really do not have to go places and see things, it all happens outside. Have a good Sunday everyone, see you on the flip side or whatever.