I hardly need to be reminded of Bonfire/Fireworks/Guy Fawkes Night.
As you know, fireworks were a big thing to us ... any excuse ... we'd let one (or fifty) off. Oh, and it's my Dad's birthday too.
Last night, I sat on my sofa, with my hands over my ears (and the curtains firmly shut) trying to ignore the few rockets that were let off early.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to watch them again and enjoy them.