Country living has obviously taken it's toll on me - either that or old age is gaining fast? Last night MPLST pointed out that I looked the part of the proper country bumpkin.
We had a good night at the local firework display. It was pretty busy, C wasn't really phased by the fireworks and seemed to watch them rather curiously.
R, rather frustratingly, recalled that last year we were constantly on the move (as we were looking for friends in the crowd). This year, we arrived with said friends, and as it was a very clear and still night, we picked a great vantage point and decided to stick with it. He insisted on dragging mum for a good stroll around whilst I stayed put with C.
O enjoyed the night, but crashed and burned on the way home as is his way. Dad decided to make the most of the pleasant evening and push C home - and still arrived before the blethering wife. Shame she had the house key......
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