Sparklers

I’ve been dumped with years of paperwork as I’ve gathered up another prestigious directorship. Indeed. I shall now direct operations to be carried out on a small floating pontoon. Later, I took a stroll around the neighbourhood, including a very rare visit to our local supermercado, which I believe is pronounced Leeedil. There to purchase some nan breads to accompany our evening repas of veggie curry. But lo, we have run out of Brinjal pickle!  
Later, after dark - fireworks! For there’s not much to celebrate this year but bloody hell we’re certainly going to celebrate seeing off the fiendish plot launched by the idolatrous followers of the anti-christ in Rome a mere four hundred years ago. And it was very lovely: there were a few wee huddled groups round fires on the beach and the moon rose over the sea. Almost peaceful.