Well, we were among the decadent last night too. This year my Guy, with his mask, sort of looked like an overweight Barbara Stanwick, a cross between my husband, me and my departed grandmother. Really weird and with the cord pants, houndstooth check sports jacket and cowboy hat, definitely not of the 17th century.

The great thing was that the bonfire seemed to hold off the record rainfall we've been having for the past few days. At least long enough for the sky to clear and the moon and stars to come out for a couple of hours, before it started pissing down again. Great night.