tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670426779858438488.post4091253165825139450..comments2023-06-16T16:08:23.446+01:00Comments on Edinburgh Housewife: The BonfireMrs McLeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18095035617334068201noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670426779858438488.post-84128803667401376982014-11-12T18:00:18.049+00:002014-11-12T18:00:18.049+00:00Deal! I am waiting for B.A. to get them.Deal! I am waiting for B.A. to get them.Mrs McLeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18095035617334068201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670426779858438488.post-68594235898258899522014-11-10T12:32:45.726+00:002014-11-10T12:32:45.726+00:00Aw, I would've made the trip as a kiddo with m...Aw, I would've made the trip as a kiddo with my pals I'm sure. Although with such a big house I would have expected you to answer the door in a tiara and princess dress. :-) I will send you the photo of me as a nun if you publish bonfire photos <br />(with BA's consent obviously). Sinéad (mad for bonfires)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670426779858438488.post-89843877708523122882014-11-10T08:21:58.793+00:002014-11-10T08:21:58.793+00:00It would be a brave child who knocked on OUR door,...It would be a brave child who knocked on OUR door, for to get to it they would have to walk down an unpopulated street, and then turn into a deserted lane with a carpark rumoured to play host to drug dealers and continue into the woods (rumoured to be the haunt of heroin addicts) to the courtyard where a very probably haunted Historical House looms down while owls hoot. (There are Hallowe'en activities for the children in the grounds the weekend before.) Meanwhile, there are now ghost story tours in the HIstorical House for the night before Hallowe'en, Hallowe'en and All Saints, so B.A. and I have to sit up in our attic as quiet as mice. My one gift to the neighbourhood is my Canadian-American style jack o'lantern, which sits high up in the dining room window--too small to be seen, really! Next year I will buy early and get a huge pumpkin.Mrs McLeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18095035617334068201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670426779858438488.post-45795021785210919222014-11-09T20:17:06.768+00:002014-11-09T20:17:06.768+00:00Stupid council stopped us having bonfires by the t...Stupid council stopped us having bonfires by the time I was a teenager. Killjoys. I preferred Halloween even to Christmas. Magical night with wine apples, monkey nuts, mandarins and sparklers all around the bonfire until after midnight. It always seemed so quiet as the night went on, despite a couple of dozen children sitting there munching away. All the neighbours pretending they didn't recognise us and shouting BOO!! at them when they opened their doors. We actually believed we had them fooled. :-D I was a nun one year, dressed just like your pal at that abbey. Do kiddos knock on your door Seraphic?<br /><br />Sinéad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com