Don't get me wrong, I love fireworks. Pretty rockets and Roman candles and Catherine wheels and sparklers. What I don't like is something that sounds a bit like a war zone. We do have local laws against the loudest bangs but that still doesn't mean its quiet.
At the moment she's tucked under the desk. A very determined little bum tucked itself under the desk and settled down clearly figuring it must be safe if mistress was around. She's so like my Hale but not where it comes to fireworks. Hale just looked as if to say 'silly giant' and went back to sleep. Maybe there's the key. Clearly Stella does not know yet of annoying giants furniture removing at all odd times. Is she sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. (And don't go to sleep before we get to the end!)