Fireworks

This is what Bonfire 'night' means in our household. Four nights of G pinning down an already tranquilized, 39 kilogram,  Gilbert who is fighting to dig an hole to bury himself in / destroy the house because he is so terrified of the war zone going on outside.
Whatever happened to a few rockets and a Catherine wheel?  We are enduring deep, booming explosions coming from two, three, four miles away. They go on and on for hours. Is this really necessary? I suppose moderation is an affectation of the liberal elite.
More terror in extras.