I have no pictures and I am keeping my Spikes quietly up my sleeve.
Mostly because it is 01:42 am I am bloomin' tired, mostly inarticulate and frankly, I cannot be trusted to deliver a sensible post. Yet I cannot sleep, I know that I need to meet Yogic Knitter and Army of Knitters by 7:55am later this morning to head off to the UK Stitch and Bitch day in London. Yes, basically, I am all of a muddle.
On a bright cheerful and oddly comforting note, it is my guess, simply judging by the number of fireworks going off around my home (and very beautiful they are too), that this is the last evening of of Divali or Diwali celebrations?
So wherever you are in the world, if you are lucky enough to be either enjoying or simply surrounded by people enjoying the Festival of Light and the Return of Lord Rama to Ayodhya, I hope that you are having a wonderful time!
I hope that you do not mind this overtired, temporary insomniac (I live in hope), living vicariously by watching your fireworks through her double glazing and pretending that she can smell gunpowder!
Sleeep sleeeeeeep sleeeeeeeeeeep.