2012 might be the Year of the Dragon, the year of the Farmer and the year of Reading (that is all I have discovered so far ... there are probably more); but I just want it to be THE YEAR of NO FIREWORKS!
I have had enough fireworks!
I don't even mind when they burn up thousands of dollars to celebrate every tin pot little celebration. Well, I would prefer that the money were spent on something more useful and perhaps a little longer lasting. And the smoke, smell and cloud left over is not that pleasant. Also it seems to remind those drongos who have been storing their own fireworks (illegally of course), to bring out a few and see how many people in the suburbs they can annoy. The RSPCA love them too; the fireworks and the drongos - large numbers of lost terrified dogs to console.
Ah well, by tommorrow afternoon, the fireworks, like the hangovers, will be forgotten for a few weeks. And, of course, there is always Australia Day soon to keep the pyrotechnicians in business and the drongos occupied.
