Bonfire Night

[burntcopper]

Sitting at computer, being quietly amused. The soundtrack of the night are distant booms and thuds and pops, with screaming whistles. Right now it's one every couple of seconds. The whole night smells of gunpowder and you should be so lucky if you see the stars. Comforting, really. There's some as don't like it, but it's one night that we celebrate nothing but our love for fire and blowing things up. And dad has declared this a sausages dinner tonight.

Nanowrimo is crawling. But I recommend all Good Omens fans to go read copperbadge's latest. I am not responsible for people's brains inability to work properly afterwards.