I'm not sure whether I would have expected it to take less or more time, but on our 63rd day in the UK, the fireworks began. For those of you lucky enough to have a dog, you'll know that they don't like fireworks. So much so, that they won't even eat. At this moment, Japhur is shaking on his bed, not having touched his kibble.
The reason for the fireworks you ask? Why, it's Guy Fawkes Night. Given that it's also known as Fireworks Night, and the explicit use of night as opposed to day, I'm guessing it might be a rough night for us old kurmudgens as well. Guy Fawkes Night is a celebration of the foiling of an attempt to blow up Westminster in London back in 1605, though I'm a little suspicious that some might treat it as an attempted re-enactment.
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Japhur's mistress was also afraid of fireworks on Guy Fawkes Day in England. Must run in the family.
(One who knows)
...just wait until New Years!
i'm with Japhur, and have never been particularly keen on fireworks, so when we lived in London from Sept.03 through Jan.04, i had to tough out not only Bonfire Night, but also New Years and the nights in between.
don't know if you're familiar yet with the term ASBO (anti-social behaviour order), but there are quite a lot of yobs with ASBOs on them who love nothing better than to run around
harming animals whilst chucking firecrackers through letter-slots or torching cars with wads of illegal fireworks.
better work on desensitization, or keeping Japhur hunkered down... maybe get out of Edinburgh on Hogmanay.
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