Hi you all! I can remember chanting this as a kid, while pushing a *guy* made of straw through the streets. On November 5th they all got burnt on bonfires in various fields and gardens, and a lot of fireworks were burnt to remember Guy Fawkes, as they still are today.
But my story today only has the date and a bit of stupidity to match.
For some reason, after having had a specially bad night, I decided I needed to do the washing! As some of you know, I live on the 2nd floor, and the laundry is in the cellar.... I put on a work out hose and jacket over my pajamas, filled my big red laundry bag, and dragged it bumpity-bump down the stairs, while holding tight to the banisters. Got to the laundry. Woohoo, nobody there, so pushed the washing in, switched it on, and set off back upstairs. Somehow I had a strange feeling, the stairs seemed to be getting longer and larger...I made it to the ground floor, but couldn't manage to pull myself round the corner. Then I realized that the steps were pulling at my butt, and I just tried to hold tight....But I had my guardian angel. A nice neighbour, had seen me wrestling with the banisters, and had dropped her coat and bag and grabbed me, and was telling me to look straight ahead, take deep breaths etc. Anyway, she very kindly got me up the stairs to my flat, gave me something to drink, and said she would bring the washing when it was done, which she did. I was very grateful that someone was there to make up for my stupidity. I spent the rest of the day sleeping, and as she left her telephone number, I think I will ask for help next time - before I try the stairs alone again!
As you may have noticed, I am still not feeling well; it can only get better! Take care you all, thanks for visiting, and stay safe!