If you're still in a bonfire mood, I have TV and radio suggestions. (I am always in a Bonfire mood. Halloween can go and get lost, as far as I'm concerned. I am much more in favour of celebrating half-baked treason, which seems a particularly British thing to go for.)
The Lattes and I very much enjoyed watching Richard Hammond's Exploding the Legend (available in 10-minute instalments on Youtube, starting here), where the old Parliament buildings were recreated, filled with crash test dummies, and blown up in an experiment to see if the plot would actually have worked. The blowing-up bits were interspersed by a kind of docu-drama with lots of fascinating stuff about the plotters.
There's also this radio comedy, available till November 13, where Guy Fawkes eats deep-fried birds for bar snacks and is late to a plotting meeting after being presented with an irresistable opportunity to tip a vicar into a well. In recommending this programme, I must admit that I haven't heard the end, because I always listen to the iPlayer when I'm going to sleep. But it's got Archie from Balamory in it, which must count for something with you people.
And now to the seizing of the day. Eldest woke up on Sunday with a desire to revisit a forest she had been to on a school trip. Usually this kind of request would have been denied, if I'm honest, since Sunday was already full of plans for church and confirmation classes and a wish to sit under a duvet and watch a DVD.
Then we remembered that in less than two weeks, Eldest will have had her surgery. Who knows how long it will be before she can enjoy a forest? Who knows how long it will be before she can even leave the house?
On an ordinary weekend, would we have wasted a beautiful Autumn day? We would. Will we learn a lesson from this? Probably not.