*Disclaimer* Ranty, angry blog post.
Home fireworks. Why do it? I’ve never, ever set off home fireworks in my life. Come Guy Fawkes’ night, and my dad always took us to organised fireworks displays. However, it seems that nowadays, an organised fireworks display isn’t enough for people, and they simply must set off fireworks EVERY SINGLE EVENING in the lead up to Halloween and the 5th November. And fireworks aren’t even a traditional part of Halloween.
I’ve always been aware of the effects that fireworks have on animals – frightening hedgehogs into bonfires, domestic pets running away from home – but let us not forget the effect they have on young children and babies. I have enough issues getting my 1 and 2 year olds to sleep an entire night without them having to come to me for some comfort. Let alone every single evening, just as my 1-year old is about to nod off, a firework goes off next door (or thereabouts) and changes him from a tired, peaceful, belly-sleeping bubba to a standing, sobbing, nervous wreck. This is so unfair, and I’m livid at the endless fireworks people are setting off.
And I just don’t get it. Home fireworks are rubbish. They’re totally disappointing and dangerous in the hands of amateur people who haven’t got a clue what they’re doing. Just do a Google image search for ‘fireworks gone wrong’ if you don’t believe me. Why not just put the money towards the entry fee to a proper show, where you get great music played, toffee apples, and an amazing display that is set off by professionals which is usually pretty awe-inspiring?
So there I was again last night, missing my dinner again while I sit in a dark room with my 1-year old, who had previously been in the early stages of sleep, but had been rudely awoken by nearby flashes and bangs.
And that is my word of the week: Fireworks. A big, sarcastic thanks to all pioneers of the home fireworks displays (cue slow clapping as your roman candle fails to ignite). Someone pass me a coffee.