I’d like to point out to the good people of South West London that it is, in fact, the ninth of November and therefore a good few days past bonfire night.

I mention this only because if I had a cat (more’s the pity) he or she would have been driven up the wall (possibly literally) by the whizzes and bangs and crashes of the last TEN DAYS or so.

Is it safe for my non-existant cat to come out from under the bed, now?

In related (sort of) news, I saw an arc of sparks this evening in our back garden. I thought it was a firework dying, but it turned out our downstairs neighbour had just finished having a fag on the back step instead.

Still, fireworks for the ant population. Or possibly armageddon, flaming meteor-style.