Fireworks

I have always loved Fireworks, love the whole outdoor thing with a big bonfire and Jacket potatoes and chilli, when my girls were very small, we used to go to my Mums house where my sisters, their partners and children would all be there, along with some friends we would have some amazing fireworks, but as the years went on, things changed, not in a sad way at all, but well, Fireworks aren't what they used to be with all the rules and regulations they just don't seem so errr BIG! Maybe its because I have got bigger! We then started going to a event in our village organised by the White Horse pub and the local scout group, It was always a fab evening, with a good crowd. When my sight changed, for me, the evening also changed. Walking across the uneven field in the dark was a challenge in its self, but my dearest bestie would be beside me and because I had been to this event for a few years before I always felt relaxed.
Two years ago we went on our customary trip down the village to the pub, I remember standing watching all these lights in the dark sky and feeling humbled and a little sad, the chatter all around me, the smell and the noisy crackle of the bonfire, hot dogs, burgers and the wonderful smell of fried onions, these are all the things that are highlighted in everyday life for me, as I stood there I heard a bus drive past behind the field on the road and wondered how many other peoples hearing was on constant high alert like mine. Sometimes I feel like I am cheating because I am so very tuned into everything that I come across as being able to see more than I can, and often I believe I can see more than I can, confidence in myself and sheer bloody mindedness is my drive. Today I had to move a empty wheel barrow, I know that my sister had put a pair of scissors into the wheel barrow but when I looked into it they weren't there, so off I trundle with the barrow and lift it to prop it up against the fence, in the spilt second I started to lift it I heard the scissors slide in the barrow, I knew I had seen her put them in there, but I just hadn't looked long enough for me to see them, I moved very quickly and grabbed the scissors, propped up the barrow and put the scissors in there right place before anyone noticed, THAT my friends, is what I spend all day every day doing, hoping no one sees if I make a mistake....anyway, I have got off the point now, Fireworks, so, even though I was linked arm in arm with my best friend and I knew she wouldn't let me trip or stand on a small child, as we turned around there were tons and tons of people, for me, all black shadows with no faces all making for the exit, my girls and my friend two children had disappeared into the crowd and for the first time ever I wished I had spend Bonfire night at home, My friend guided me to the back of the field and we climbed over the fence so I wouldn't have to be caught in the crush of people, the kids followed.  The following year my girls and I stayed home and we watched fireworks out of the bedroom window. This year, my sister has moved her horses and they are closer to a firework event, so we all went to the place where they are stabled so we would keep an eye on the horses and watch the fireworks, it was fantastic to stand in a field without rubbing shoulders with a stranger and wondering where the kids had wondered off too, the horses weren't really bothered, so we stood back and watched the sky light up. My work colleagues will tell you that I have a real problem with the lights being switched on and off and it takes me a few minutes to adjust to the change, but I found the fireworks easy to cope with. The following day I got up and as the day progressed every few minutes I would see a little blue or green flash, I ignored it for a while, but by mid afternoon I was starting to worry myself as my bad eye was a bit achy, I sat on the bed thinking about whether or not I should ring mum and the hospital, and how I would describe what was going on to the hospital when I rang.....mmmmm, its just like, like errrr, fireworks....FIREWORKS what a pratt, my brain was remembering the fireworks, and the ache was just where I had been looking at something different, so the moral of this story is, always sit and think before panicking :)