I walked home from a seasonal fireworks display last night.
It was the brilliant Brockwell Park display, which is thankfully still free and musically accompanied.
Their display knocked the socks off the Bermondsey display of last year.
I love fireworks night.
It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.
Though I've still failed to make treacle toffee, which would make things complete.
However, I was a little dismayed by the human traffic jam to leave the park, which left me nervous about a repeat Hillisborough.
I was also frustrated to find that all the traffic had just decided to stop running towards my home.
I ended up walking all the way home; I wasn't planning on so much exercise.