5th of November
Mummy’s home. Daddy said she’d be home today.
It’s been a long time since I saw her, and even then, she was sleeping in a very tall bed with rails at the side, just like the ones I used to have on my bed. I’m a big girl now, I never fall out – well hardly ever
Granny has been staying, to help Daddy. I like it when Granny stays. She bakes little cakes and lets me help. I’m good at decorating them. My favourite colour is pink. Granny says that’s because I am a girl, but Daddy laughs at that, or he used to. He doesn’t laugh much anymore.
There are a lot of people here today, standing round and talking and drinking. Some have tea and some have wine. Maybe they are waiting for the party to start next door. They have a bonfire in the garden. They are having fireworks. Sally, from next door, was skipping around and singing:
“Remember, remember the 5th of November”
Her mummy told her to shush, I’m not sure why. I liked the song.
There’s a long black car outside, with a big brown box in the back.
Maybe it’s for the bonfire.