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Trouble, Bubble, Boiling Brexit

My parents always celebrated Bonfire Night with much enthusiasm, and I've been terrified of fireworks all my life. So I can't think they repeatedly kept the tradition going for my benefit, but I seem to remember enjoying the Parkin though. I think we might have celebrated Halloween a boarding school but there are no memories of carving pumpkins ingrained in my mind.  The dormitories were housed in a building first erected in the 16th Century.  As with most creepy old houses, well-crafted stories of ghouls and ghosties roaming around the corridors at night probably put us off celebrating Halloween, as it might have felt a bit too close to home.

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