Fireworks

"I don't like fireworks!"

It's that time of year again when Guy Fawkes lasts for at least a week. We have to make sure we get the walks in before the sun goes down - so early now BST is over. Explosions from back gardens and displays keep Jazz on tenterhooks and crossing her legs as she doesn't want to go out into the garden for a wee.

She finds a place as near to the centre of the house as possible. I can hear her whimpering now....