20 days ago
A day later the fire is still burning away but last night it roared. Sittng on an old chair was the pumpkin from Halloween, with hair added by Joshua to depict our chancellor Rachel, from accounts, Reeves. It is probably a hate crime but along with a paper marked fake CV she went up in smoke as you can see below.
22 days ago
My health better on one front at least, I took the kids to Tesco to stock up ahead of the bonfire night party. Then I carved the pumpkin as you can see below. Supper was a creamy pumpkin soup with cinnamon. The pumpkin gets another day of life before, tomorrow morning, it is transformed into chancellor Rachel Thieves ahead of a one way trip to the bonfire, fake CV attached.
292 days ago
In today’s podcast I rush a little as I prepare for a Bonfire Night party. I start with Eurasia Mining (EUA) then its onto crypto, Sam Bankman Fried and will the market still be a wild west.
384 days ago
It was a wet bonfire night in North East Wales. In the morning, Joshua and I gathered a stack of dry wood, mainly all sorts of junk left by the previous owners, and put it in the barn closest to the bonfire site, what will be the goat barn. At 4 PM we laid a bed of straw (also left by the previous owners) and piled up the wood as you can see below. On top of it we had an effigy.
413 days ago
My tomato harvest this year has not been great. Lots of plants were planted but I think that I need to start early growth under cloches next year. The bottom line is that we have had enough for some salads but not enough for canning. And the stacks of green tomatoes are generally too small to fry up and eat. Hence, as you can see below, I now have around eight pounds of green tomato chutney made with sultanas, apple vinegar, onions and brown sugar. It needs a bit of time to settle and store but the first pots should be ready for the Guy Fawkes night party where surely the guy on the bonfire has to be our dear leader here in Wales, Mark Drakeford or, possibly, the head of Oxfam.
1478 days ago
Our very elderly neighbours toddled along. Joshua’s pal H and his younger brother came with their parents and, unmuzzled, we drank mulled wine as the kids had chocolate peanuts, apart from H’s younger brother who has an allergy. As my bonfire roared into life, someone a bit higher up the slope in our village was letting off fireworks and in the distance, over the river among the infidels of England, there was another defiant display lighting up the sky.
1846 days ago
It is only a few days ago that I was bemoaning how the true meaning and heritage of All Soul’s Night or Hop-tu-Naa had been lost into another alcohol fuelled consumer-fest that is Halloween. Now the Mrs thinks that I am turning into Peter Hitchens as we approach Guy Fawkes Night, or as it is known these day Bonfire Night. My thoughts turn to my childhood, forty five or more years ago and a different world.
