Thursday, 17 November 2011

Fireworks, bagpipes or the Nyan Kitty?

Last weekend was Remembrance Sunday, which meant celebrations of various sorts around the town and country. When it got dark, the fireworks began. As it happened, we were out for a stroll when one lot started up, very close to our house. There were the usual noises, plenty of whooshes, crackles and bangs; lots of pretty lights up in the sky. Then, too, there were the screamers. You know, the rockets that don't go 'whooosh!' when the shoot up into the sky, but instead... well, scream. Or, as Julie put it...


How... graphic. Cheers, love!