Whee! I did indeed make it to the fireworks, which I now realise is the first time I've managed it in three years, not just two: the year before last I was in Hatfield, so we saw the fireworks there instead.

My legs feel at least as bad today as they did yesterday, so it's possible that I'm now paying the price for having determinedly hobbled all the way to Midsummer Common last night... But it worked quite well at the time; I arrived in plenty of time, got a good view of the bangs and flashes, a load of us went to the Maypole afterwards, and I left the Maypole early with the intention of beating the taxi rush and just managed to do so. Cunning all round.

Suspect I won't be going to juggling this evening, though. My legs just aren't up to it...