Well.
My parents and ON, who always comes down on a Tuesday, went to a pub near to our house for the bonfire and fireworks display they were having there, and they were going to meet my sister and the rest of her family there later. But they came home early because said fireworks were being let off on the roof, and one of them had fallen off and exploded at their feet. My nephew's wrist got burned, my mum's leg and coat, and my dad's leg as well. None of them seriously, but still. My mum already hadn't been happy because the fairly small pub and grounds had been jam-packed, and there was a bouncy castle for the little kids, but some bigger teenagers were squashing the walls down and she was freaking out that someone was going to get suffocated. So they decided to come home, and just as they were leaving the car park, this metre-long stick from a rocket landed by their feet, just missing them.
So they came home. My sister, who hadn't been there to meet them when the fireworks started, wasn't answering her phone, so they couldn't tell her they'd come away and to avoid avoid avoid the fireworks display. There was no food in because mum had assumed we'd all eat at the pub, so I at least (since I didn't go) ended up eating a cheeseburger that had been chargrilled, reheated in a microwave and then left in an oven to keep warm. Considering that, it wasn't bad though. My mum finally got through to my sister and told her what had happened, and my sister said they were at the pub so they'd just get some food and come over. An hour later, at eight o'clock, they finally did. Apparently the queue for the food had been massive, and also they'd only managed to have two drinks at the bar before they were done. My sister also said the police had been at the pub, asking about this firework incident. Apparently one - or the same? - stray firework had ended up under a child's buggy, and another woman who'd been there with mum and dad had had her head burnt, and her hair was coming out in clumps. The people running the pub, or the fireworks display at least, are supposedly going to call round everyone who was there tomorrow to ask what they want for compensation. I don't know how they're planning to do that, or how they'll have everyone's number, but my mum apparently isn't interested in even having a new coat. Mum's weird.
Anyway. Since it was eight o'clock at this point, my mum and dad weren't really interested in doing much but having a bit of cake for my dad's birthday and waving them off. We had some garden fireworks, but they didn't want to let them off in case there were kids in bed. But then the next door neighbours, with pretty much the youngest kid on the street, started letting some off, so they figured whatever. Mum still didn't want to do them all, but the kids did, and my sister did even though she could hear my mum saying she didn't want to, and my dad kind of tends to charge ahead with things like that. So we ended up doing them all. Including one rocket that went off a bit crooked and ended up shooting into one of our neighbours' gardens and exploding there. Time will tell if we have to offer her any compensation for it. And then my sister, who already had a cold when she came down, and an ear infection from the sounds of it, and who'd had some food at the pub and two drinks, and then some cake at our house, a cider and her partner's cup of tea, all in the space of an hour, ended up throwing up in our toilet. My mum was sort of at the end of her tether at that point and started getting a bit snappy, so she and my sister ended up having an argument. And then, finally, they left.
So. Another uneventful Bonfire Night and birthday at our house. I'll keep you updated on the compensation situation as it arises, or indeed lack thereof, since mum is weird.
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