It’s very strange, as a brit, to be in Sweden at this time of year.
In the UK, we have Halloween then a few days break before fireworks night. Those few days make all the difference weather-wise: for some strange reason, it’s always warm enough to go out in very little on Halloween, but by Fireworks Night, one must be wrapped up in their warmest clothes to feel even remotely warm.
In Sweden, Halloween seems to be a few days long – or at least, they don’t seem to get the concept of how it works. Halloween parties occur over a group of days, and everything seems a little bit less clear cut. Also, they (obviously) don’t have Bonfire Night.
Bonfire night, for the uninitiated, is the night when us Brits celebrate the fact that Guy Fawkes didn’t manage to burn down parliament, by building a massive bonfire with a stuffed effigy of Guy Fawkes on top, and setting fire to it. We also have tonnes of fireworks displays, and run around with sparklers. It may sound Barbaric, but hey – it’s a lot of fun. It marks the beginning of the British winter really,
So Emil bought me some sparklers and we stood on the balcony with them, and enjoyed a little bit of time writing silly things in the air.
Ah! The things that remind us of home!
This evening, I’m also going to watch V for Vendetta, as is traditional. Huzzah!