Insert Bonfire Night pun here.

Hands up whose bonfire night experience was less like this

and more like this?

Highlights:

We had a Harry Potter war with sparklers as wands. I kid you not.

My tenderly-loved and spiced baked apples exploded. All over the oven.

We celebrated this traditional British festival with mexican food. Rebels.

We ate too many chestnuts and not enough mulled wine.

And took advantage of the roaring fire in our metal dustbin to burn all our unwanted correspondence. Basically a middle class average family's version of Guy Fawkes (an enemy that has seditious plots in the works and that could make your life go up in smoke if you don't keep an eye on it), so we burned it and we burned it good.

Much love and laughter,