When you think about it, hundreds of people traipsing through a muddy field/park on a dark, winters night to stand around freezing one’s arse off for a good while all so we can stare at some lights in the sky for a few mins… it’s kinda ridiculous.
BUT FIREWORKS <3
I ONLY GOT SPARKLERS, DIDN’T I?
I say ‘I’; I mean G spent 50p in Asda cos I kept banging on about how I wanted to do sparklers like a kid again.
We lit them out on the terrace and epically failed at trying to get a good picture of them. I tried to write my name with them like I did as a kid (I hope you know what I mean) but, lol, 50p sparklers don’t currently have this feature installed. SIGH.
(Still loved them though.)
St Albans Cathedral put on a firework display in the park every year. We timed it better this year, so we weren’t freezing to death for too long and managed to avoid standing next to any drunken morons. This year: 2, last year: nil.
I also made G take a selfie which he hates so more bonus points for me.
Anyway, there was music and bangs and lights and Catherine wheels; so basically everything you want from a firework display right?
Again, learning from last year’s mistakes, we’d booked a table somewhere for afterwards (not that being turned away from several fully booked restaurants last year wasn’t fun…).
We tried a newish Italian place called Alloro. You could easily miss it from the outside as the narrow front door simply leads down a long corridor and you do wonder if you’re gonna get a pizza or if you've accidentally walked into someone’s lounge.
Spoiler: I got the pizza. It was piled with parma ham, rocket, sun-dried tomatoes and mozzarella in case you were wondering.
I left cradling a pizza-wine-sticky-toffee-pudding food baby.
And then we went home to bed and I moaned about the flat being cold. Cos I like to end an evening on a high.
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