Our multi-faceted party this evening celebrated Hallowe'en with a traditional turnip lantern,
Dia de Los Muertos with a chilli and Bonfire Night with a range of garden fireworks.
After our feast, Simon took the lead as pyrotechnician and Skene took charge of the sparklers.
The garden is about six metres long so I had selected the most family-friendly fireworks, which required us to stand five metres away. There were no damp squibs amongst the Roman Candles and traffic lights but Simon had the bright idea of setting off fireworks in tandem to enliven the display. Luckily only one went astray. When the rogue firework came zipping towards us, four of the group ran inside whilst Skene and Clarke stood and gawped, taking their lives in their hands.
Fortunately, we all emerged unscathed with the exception of the fence post which was scorched by a series of Catherine Wheels. Fearing further structural damage, I made Simon take his thunderer firework away with him (bury one foot deep and stand twenty metres away). If you see a large explosion on Hampstead Heath one night, you'll know what it was.
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