I come home from my acupuncture session at six and quickly lock all the windows. It is a warm evening and I seal off the house from the breeze with regret, but this is the night of air pollution – the bonfires may look gorgeous and be a lot of fun but there’s a lot of filth in the air. Do I sound like Scrooge? So what. I put in enough time in bonfires.
Humbug.
Actually I love the idea of Lag B’Omer, of all the stories of Bar Kochba and of eating roast potatoes and singing songs. I’m just uhappy about the air pollution.
And I don’t have any kids available to take to a bonfire.
So I say again, Humbug.

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