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Bonfire extravaganza
05 November 2003

Bonfire extravaganza

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All the fun of the fair!
We go on nearly every ride that they can go on, and some that they shouldn't. One particular is the funny house with all the trick stairs, and stuff. Bradley really, really wants to go on, he's a taste for these, but I have to go on with him. Luckily he's light enough for me to hold one hand and pick him up out of trouble. Other small children aren't so lucky, this trick house is particularly dangerous, but we survive, and take the early exit out.
Must have blown £50+ on this night! Fairs are really expensive when there's two kids who want to go on everything.
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On the way back home, there's the last spurt of fireworks, quite a nice display, I think, but the kids aren't into it at all.
Bradley starts acting up first. He hides behind Amanda. Then when she turns around to expose him to the display...
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He hides behind Esme, and then behind Amanda when Esme turns, and on it goes, Bradley looking for shelter from the vision of exploding rockets and whatever next.
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Esme isn't very well, a cold we think, and the loud bangs and roars don't go down well with any body else either.
But this is getting serious. We decide that they're going too nuts and begin to head off home, there's no consoling them. Esme on my shoulders, Bradley walking holding Amanda's hands.
But I want to see the show, hell we've paid £12 just to see it, so I look back, but Esme turns my head, I look again and I am turned, just like an errant pony. This I do not like and Esme and I get into an argument, about who's in charge and so on...
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