Ah, there's something so British about putting your wellies on, ambling up the road with thousands of other people in their hats, coats and scarves (me with my coat open, revealing t-shirt beneath, as quite frankly, it wasn't actually cold). All heading up to the local park to stand with heads back and mouths open, watching the annual firework display.
Had a chilli and multiple jalapeños supper with Janine, Ross, Pam & Jude at our gaff before wandering all of 5 minutes to Wimbledon Park.
Fireworks mighty fine as ever – with all the obligatory sound tracks, Adele, Sam Smith, Coldplay and of course Ed the Sheerhan.
And still in bed by 10pm, now that's a Saturday night any 49 year old can be proud of. x