Flash, bang, wallop...

In the true tradition of Guy Fawkes, we assembled round at M's sister H's house, ate pizza, hot dogs, olives and humous, waved sparklers around and watched a couple of grown men igniting the contents of a huge box of Standard fireworks. And very good it was too. Almost two-year-old Finn mainly enjoyed himself and the flashes and loud bangs, aside from the moments that he was asked if he liked what was going on, when he would furiously shake his head in the negative. Good fun, nice food and people, lots to watch and a great walk home, with Finn falling asleep in his pram to the sight and sound of hundreds, if not thousands, of explosions.