This array of fireworks was exploded in our back garden last night, shortly after the photo was taken. In the absence of Mr Ruby, I had to light them myself. Two kids were watching from an upstairs bedroom window, another one from downstairs by the back kitchen door. I think they enjoyed watching me legging it like a mad woman down the garden steps when the fuse started to fizzle quite a bit more than watching the fireworks. Their favourite bit though was probably when I was squatting at the bottom of the garden in the dark, trying to read instructions by torchlight. I managed to lose my balance, did a slow motion semi-backwards roll and ended up on my back with my head among some plantpots.You'll be pleased (I hope) to know that the Ruby Torch didn't get me. I legged it extra fast after lighting that one.
7 comments:
Are we pleased you didn't go up like a Roman Candle? Duh!
It would have given the kids something to tell their friends at school though.
Ouch for your head - sounds like something I'd do. bet the fireworks were really pretty!
You're are very brave, Ruby. I wouldn't touch those things with the barge pole! Well, at least your kids were entertained and you did not get hurt! Have a nice day. Ciao. Antonella
Further to my comment on your post yesterday - check out my post at http://ackworthborn.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-5th.html and follow the links there to Bath DP and London DP
I didnt see a single firework! Straight after work I visited a friend whose cats were trembling with every bang. One year a friends little girl grabbed the hot end of a dead sparkler and burnt her hand very badly - it kinda put me off.
Two years ago I flew over England on Bonfire Night and it was prettier watching them coming towards me - and I felt safer.
Your are my hero Ruby - wouldnt touch the things!
I wish I could have seen that! Love the Ruby Torch!
Thanks all!
Gerald, cheers for the links, I've visited them all. I loved your poem.
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