A lot of decadent buggers did it tonight (Saturday 4th), a day early, whcih I thino is cheating - like shifting Christmas to the weekend when it isn't, or May Day to the nearest Monday.   

The fireworks were going off all over the place. Sounded like a war zone.

It occurred to me that it's good to live in a place where you can hear that stuff without seriously worrying whether it's guns and bombs.

But I went out singing instead, for harlowpoet's book launch. I like looking at fireworks, but I don't much like the sound. And I prefer bonfires with chestnuts and potatoes, and the kind of bangers you can eat.