Some photos

Whilst people are enjoying fireworks, this is what happens to me. I have to go and hide in the tightest corner I can find. Or the bath.
This is me deciding what to write on my blog:

FP helps me sometimes. Other times, when she's studying, I do this:

FP thinks I'm cute.

Injury Prone @leehancock

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Anyhoo, despite being banned from the fireworks in the park, we still ended up picking up the charred remains of sparkler sticks this morning - 2 days after the whole whizz-banging shooting match. That is to say, the sparklers were banned, not me and my mate Tom.
Tom is a greyhound with 2 poorly paws at the moment. After a moron was put in charge of a mowing machine a couple of months ago (we'll call him Mowing Moron, or MM) Tom's been off running like a loony because of a badly cut front paw. Next time, MM, pick up the glass bottles don't just chop them into smaller pieces, m'kay!

Stop it!

I'm feeling very worried and awful. There are all sorts of banging noises, whistles, screaming & shrieking whizzing noises going on outside.
ST & FP are doing their best but I still need to find somewhere good to hide.

In love

There's this guy (and by that I mean a human not a retriever). I really like him! I wonder how secure his bath would be against fireworks???

Great help

If you could see me now you would think that I am laying on my back in the bathroom. In fact I am coaching FP through the process of unpacking a bag which has lain neglected since last Thursday (although since we arrived home late, I'll be generous and say Friday).
I had a difficult night last night as there were fireworks being let off until late into the evening. At one point I thought we'd all be fine if we crawled under the bed but I'm not as thin as I was and the bed could have collapsed at any moment. Plus, ST & FP flatly refused to join me so I returned to the safe haven that is the shower. Then I moved to the bath. Sigh.