For the last couple of years (since the boys were old enough to take these things into their own hands) my nephews have organised a small firework party on the field behind our house - well away from their horses, dogs, chickens, guinea-pigs, ferrets, cat, mother and any other creatures of a nervous disposition. My cats are a) not nervous and b) perfectly willing to be rounded up into a bedroom.
This year it became a much bigger event with little William (their cousin Joy's elder son and the oldest Thompson great-grandchild) celebrating his fourth birthday, and most of the extended family willing to contribute fireworks to this event.
So, here is the birthday boy with Josh and Jess although looking at the picture I'm not sure quite how much the fireworks were appreciated . . .
and also the two grandads in conference.
Personally I have never been a great fireworks fan, so I did a different sort of banger for the party.
