Before long, October became November and the climate grew ever colder as bonfire night approached. Karen had suggested that her son tried his tights or at least his over-knee socks when he complained his legs were freezing, but each time he refused. “I just walk quicker when it’s cold.” He’d say. “It’s only ten minutes.”
His mum picked him up from school the night of the big firework display before driving to his grandmother’s house. Her back garden is a prime location for watching the fireworks whilst avoiding the crowds in the town center.
It was a bitterly cold evening and Karen thought she should bring a pair of jeans for him to change into. However, she had second thoughts and took his yet unworn woolly tights instead.
