Fireworks

I think we might have walked across to the rugby club, this evening, for the firework display, but it was tipping it down, and staying at home in front of the fire seemed a far better idea.

And actually, we could hear and see a lot of what was going on out of the window. (In fact, it was so loud, it was picked up on my microphone as I recorded my radio show.)

It occurred to me that in the future, perhaps Izzy won't enjoy firework displays so much, having lived in Kyiv; even though (so far) no Russian missiles have made it past the Patriot defence system, she says it's still unnervingly loud as the missiles are intercepted and explode in the air.

And that in turn made me think of the people in Israel and Palestine, and how we are lucky that we can enjoy fireworks in the context of a bit of our history, and not suffer the trauma of having endured explosions as an existential threat.