Last night we had our annual bonfire party. Branches and off cuts from the chestnut fence posts were of were collected from the woods and stacked ready, Alex our friend from down the road helped build the fire and a guy, Nigel Farage one side and Marine Le Pen the other was made by friends Maggie and Chris.
With around forty people invited for mulled wine in our first gite followed by a sit down meal in our second we were busy moving and arranging furniture and cooking. Three courses of pumpkin soup, beef casserole (with a veggie moussaka made by Anita) and chocolate torte were served before the bonfire was lit and fireworks set off. Sparklers were sparkeling and noted like many things as you get older there not as big as when you wrote your name with one as a child. It had rained during the day but turned into a dry mild evening where sparks from the fire managed to shorten my hair.
George made a guest appearance with a few photo shoots (i reckon i could hire him out although he may go missing, seems like a few other ladies think his a bit of alright.
The sound of a crackling bonfire, a crystal clear night (well almost), great company and fireworks that went with a bang it all made for a memorable evening! And fancy seeing George there! I thought he looked a little slimer than usual - maybe the effect of married life?!
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