It's impossible to ignore Bonfire Night here in London. My evening has had a soundtrack of crackles, bangs, zooms and booms. Everyone seems to 'Remember, remember 5th November...' and we've acknowledged it too. Though my children are now tucked up in bed and I think sleeping through all the noise, earlier today we improvised our own little firework party at home.
After dark, we switched off the lights and watched some spectacular clips on You Tube. It was wonderful because Buddy and Daisy got very excited, not terrified as I know they would have been at an actual event. In particular they loved the BBC London coverage of this New Year's celebrations; they recognised familiar London landmarks and the River Thames, all transformed by explosions of colour and bright light.
Buddy: Oh look! They look like they are bursting!
Daisy: Oooo... pink! Oooo... yellow! Oooo... red!
Buddy: That one's like a planet in dots.
Daisy: It's definitely in the city. Actually there are fireworks shooting off the London Eye.
I brought out black paper, chalk pastels and glitter, and while we watched we made our own firework pictures.
Daisy's firework display takes place in New York, apparently.
Buddy's has a huge golden planet-firework right outside our house.
The rain eased off a little, so we donned our waterproofs and stepped out to the back garden to listen to the exciting noises from near and far. Buddy and Daisy whizzed around like mini-fireworks, shrieking and whooping at every pop and whistle, bang and fizz.
Buddy eventually stopped racing around and did some of his best ever reading when I showed him the biggest surprise of the party. He carefully read out all the words on the packet and discovered with a squeal of delight what was coming next.
So, thanks to some great reading from Buddy, our firework party finished with a flourish of well deserved sparkle.