Happy new year!
We saw some fireworks through my bedroom window, which was lovely. I am a bit perplexed by them (saw them last year too) as it is a very expansive and polished display, but geographically cannot possibly be the Westminster ones, and who is putting on such an impressive load of fireworks in Chingford or thereabouts?
Anyway, as per J's request I woke him up to see them and we watched for a bit. He was v floppy-sleepy though so I asked if he wanted to go back to sleep and yes he did, lay him back down and off we went etc. First thing this morning (7am! Blissful lie in) he rolled over and said mummy, do you think we've woken up in time for the fireworks?
The one that got me though was Hallowe'en. Can't be doing with it, don't approve, etc. Went trick or treating with a load of his now-dispersed nursery friends and it was *lovely*. But I still felt mortified to be doing the knocking-on-doors begging for sweets thing.