Remember Remember the 5th of November

I know it isn't till tomorrow and I don't begrudge any one having fun, but this year it is doing my head in. It is the constant noise that seems to have filled in the darkeness for the last few nights. In fact it started the week before Halloween and seems to be getting louder every night.

Now in the suburban area I live in there are more than enough properly organised displays, and I mean big displays with entertainment, food and glow in the dark sticks. Entry prices are reasonable as most of them are in aid of charity and there is no risk of the neighbours shed going up in smoke. So why oh why are people persisting in having full blown displays in their garden. Not only is it safer to be at an organised display, but it saves the nerves of humans and animals around you.

Having worked in a party shop years back I was taught about the dangers of this objects. So much so that for the ten years after I used to organise the church display as I was afraid of anyone else handling them. Sure the results of a perfect firework are that brief colourful explosion that every one enjoys. But the handling and lighting of them is a dangerous game and one where many people have been very badly hurt.

I am sorry if I am going to upset people, but I truly believe that fireworks should not be on sale to the general public for use in the their gardens. I am not saying no availability to them for charity organisations or proper displays. But they are not some toy to be used at a family gathering. I have read about too many accidents to ever hold a private party display again. As the years go on the fireworks are getting bigger and louder.

What is most annoying is in the days of my youth if someone was to have  fireworks party at home they would have the courtesy to at least inform their neighbours, so animals and children could be keep in safe and warm. But even those manners have gone and people just let these insane amusements off with no warning. Tonight the light had barely gone from the sky and the noise started. I was extracting cats from cupboards and trying to calm dogs from an early coronary before the black ink sky was truly set. No warning nothing, just an explosion worthy of the Gulf invasion from the house opposite. So bad was it that it shook the house and how I wish I was exaggerating.

So evenings in our house till at least mid week are going to be spent with a dog in a muzzle under my duvet, cats hiding in the most original of places and my TV on so loud you can hear it from the street so it drowns out 50% of the noise for the sake of every ones nerves. Yes I wish I had got to enjoy my local display last night, but how I wished that was the only display locally.