It was guy fawkes a few days ago. In order to get into the premium fireworks event in our local park, i had to buy tickets at non members' prices and then offer to volunteer to get the priviedge to attend! It was worth is. We walked there, met lots of neighbours, saw familiar faces, and our kids could run around with the other kids.
Since i was volunteering, i was assigned to be those ticket checkers. I hung out with two other women - both had teenagers and were stalwarts of the community, and they were keen to give me the low down on the neighbourhood as well as lots of advice on boring school things like which schools are good, how do kids travel to school (by tube! by themselves! even at 10!) and lots of stuff that everyone knows - except people like me who are new in country.
But the best thing was watching the fireworks with Eoin AKA Baby boy. I held him up close to me, we were cheek to cheek as i used my cheek to cover one of his ears and my hand to cover the other. We watched the fireworks together and at the end he chirped and smiled and gurgled at me. The second best thing was having Pman bring some whisky from home so we could sip and enjoy together.
Happiness creeps up on you unannounced.
I had no hands to take pictures with so here's a recent pic of the little one, at 13 months old.