Remember, Remember, the 5th of November, the Gunpowder Treason Plot. I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. Penny for the Guy anyone?
Poor old Guy.
And poor old us. We've had fireworks constantly since about half past four this afternoon and every bang sends Mog into another seizure. Given that the seizures rock her body and pull at the new metalwork in her hips, this sends her into spasm, and we're back somewhere close to where we were just one week post op.
Little Fish seems to be sleeping through it all - I'm guessing the noise from her Nippy masks most of it - perhaps I should transport her, Nippy and all, to the foot of Mog's bed?
Meanwhile I'll turn up the music for her, Norah Jones seems to solve a fair few of her problems.