Well it\u2019s that time of year again. Time to remember remember to keep your dog tucked away inside all across England so that he isn\u2019t scared by the nasty fireworks. Personally, or rather dogally, my ideal is to sit on the bed with my Mistress watching all the pretty lights out of the window, whilst being safe from all the noise. She says she prefers this too, but is instead going to a bonfire at James\u2019s school. She has told me there is a bonfire and fireworks in the village on Friday night that I will be able to see from their bed. I just hope they remember to leave the curtains open for me.<\/p>\n
James was going to be dressing up as Guy Fawkes for his school assembly this morning. We\u2019d even got him a costume for it. Sadly, there was some confusion at school and they did the assembly on Monday when James had to go to the doctor\u2019s so he missed it altogether. We\u2019ve asked him to dress up for us anyway. The least we can do is take his picture. The whole assembly was on safety with fireworks. I do hope the firework was there for his part.<\/p>\n
On the subject of safety, when my mistress was on the train in Switzerland, there was a man with two rucksacks getting off at one of the stations. Although there was nothing unusual in that, in one there appeared to be the end of a machine gun sticking out. She said it was one of those moments where you could see several people staring at it, with similar looks on their faces but absolutely nobody did anything about it. What can you do in that situation? You certainly can\u2019t go up to him and say \u201cExcuse me but are you carrying a machine gun?\u201d Actually, I suppose you could, but it may be the last thing you ever said and you probably wouldn\u2019t be around to hear the reply.<\/p>\n
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