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  • I've been leaning over the terrace rail watching small boys playing with fireworks this afternoon. They are having such a blast.

    Fireworks seem to be a big thing in Spain. For Año Nuevo, there was a display over the bay last night and bangers have been going off all over town for several days now.

    In the UK, it has been illegal for minors to buy fireworks for many years, but when I was a child (cough) years ago, we could buy bangers in any sweet shop. They became available just before Guy Fawkes, or Bonfire Night, which is (for anyone who doesn't know) the 5th of November.

    And buy them we did. We put them through letterboxes on Mischief Night (a Yorkshire thing - like Trick or Treat without the treat) and put them in milk bottles to blow the ends off. It was a wonder we weren't blinded.

    No Spanish children have been blinded this afternoon, to my knowledge. I love the way they scatter, after the fuse has been lit, and then regroup for the next. Bless them.
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