Wow.
It is Fireworks Night, the night of the year when I most appreciate living on a big hill on one side of London and having a roof that you can get up on top of.
I think I've just seen more fireworks going off in half an hour than I've seen in the last few years put together, sitting on my roof with a scarf and a pipe and a glass of red wine: A thousand fiery tongues of the city licking into the night, drumming the air in their crazy rhythm.
Whoosh! Bang! Boom!
crackle...
BOOM BOOM!
hooray!
Winter is almost here.
Frost any day now.