Before the flu I had bronchitis, and then after the flu came tonsilitis. So I didn’t leave the house for a couple of weeks basically, and now I’m at my real home, in Lincolnshire. Loading up on vitamins.
Being stuck in bed meant that I couldn’t spend much time making myself feel good about living in Leeds, because I was spending most of my time trying to make myself feel good about eating lunch or holding a conversation.
I missed Bonfire Night, which was so annoying because that IS one of my favourite things about Leeds.
I love Bonfire Night anyway. I love being wrapped up all warm, and smelling the smoke, and cuddling someone tall and handsome (I do have someone particular in mind, I don’t just select a stranger from the crowd) whist cricking my neck as I watch the fireworks, which never cease to delight and amuse me- I’m a sucker for sparkly things, bright lights, and loud noises. I like to be dazzled.
And Bonfire Night in Leeds is really good. The park just fills up with people, and the fire itself is like a Viking funeral pyre- it’s massive and awesome. I love staring at fire. I am scared of fire, but it’s just so beautiful and mesmerising.
There’s a funfair, and as you walk around, you bump into people you know and you all hug awkwardly through the ten layers of clothing and hats and scarves you’ve had to put on to survive a November night out in Yorkshire. It does strike me as odd that a lot of girls will happily go out in winter wearing nothing but a tutu and a bra, and will walk all the way into town through the gales and rain dressed like that, as long as there’ll be dancing at the end- but on the ONE NIGHT that their destination involves a huge, hot inferno in the middle of a large crowd of people, they wear Uggs and bundle themselves up like they’re heading out into a snow drift.
Anyway, I’d consoled myself with the thought that I would at least see the fireworks from my window. Unfortunately, my view of the actual colourful explosions was obscured by a chimney on the roof of the house opposite mine. I could see the sky light up in different colours, see the smoke drifting out and down the streets, but I saw not one sparkle or flash.
I’m determined to see them next year, because last year they were quite spectacular, and the whole night just made me glad to be in Leeds. Even if I did ruin my Uggs in the mud.
These are just the embers, really. I do not exaggerate when I say that bonfire was HUGE.
How cool is it that this swing ride has a license plate? IMAGINE driving that down the M25, swings flailing, lights flashing… that freaky kid in the pink duffel coat screaming that she wants to get off…