We are not amused.

Newborn baby + really loud fireworks = Unhappy mother & baby combo.

I know fireworks are allegedly loads of fun--I beg to differ, but each to their own etc--but setting off huge ones--easily mistaken for mortars--at 2300 just isn't on. Have a bit of fucking consideration, why don't you?

It's like Little Beiruit out there and I'm supposed to be up and driving at some godforsaken hour of the morning (1030 seems faintly ridiculous these days since I'll have been up for hours by then)....

On the plus side, our all-new dim bedroom seems to suit Lucas. Thanks Kna!