Yesterday was a bit depressing. My first November 5th without fireworks. The fates conspired against it. I thought that there was going to be a bonfire on campus, but about mid-afternoon, I saw a sign on the main gate saying it had been moved to the plough. I reasoned that everyone would be going there, but no. when I asked ash and jen at teatime, they weren’t going. They were going to stay in the bar till Chris (jen’s boyfriend) escapes his work there and then they were going to his place. I didn’t think I was invited, so I went home after they left.

Oh well, I don’t think I can complain too much. If I had really wanted to see the fireworks, I’d have gone myself. Getting ready for bed last night, I remembered the last firework display I saw – arguably the best firework display in the world! It was in Sydney, on new years eve. Our hotel overlooked darling harbour, and we got a prime view of the festivities. It was there, too, that I got my first ever ‘proper’ martini, in a real martini glass. After you have seen that, you can’t really complain about missing a few fireworks.

Yet on top of that, the two people I stayed here to see did not appear. Both Emma and Steve were supposed to be on campus this weekend, but I saw neither hide nor hair of either of them. I suppose it’s my fault for not organising a time to meet, but both campus and, for that matter, alsager, are so small that I thought I’d just bump into either of them.

Oh well. Perhaps today will be more fruitful. I’ll wager Emma will be in the wes at lunch, and if I meet Steve I’ll ask him to dinner in the plough. Fireworks or not, life’s still fun.