Whew. Survived the birthday party, which went fairly well, with a minimum of tempers (mostly my kids, but that's often the case as guests are usually well behaved away from home). Also survived Olivia falling off the stool in the kitchen and biting practically through her tongue on both sides (from a distance, it's not too bad an injury, but at the moment the child is gushing blood from the mouth, well, it's a different story, isn't it!). Luckily, we decided we did not need a trip to casualty, which would have been a truly lovely way to round off the evening. Poor thing. Poor Mummy. But on the whole, it's been a good day, though tiring - I may go to bed very soon! We did get to see the fireworks from the back garden though - the local Bonfire Night celebrations seem to range across a wide variety of weekends, rather than the ones closest to Guy Fawkes night (which would be either next weekend or the one after, logically, as Guy Fawkes day is the 5th). Too tired to go in person, and frankly, it's very cold, but as it's just down the road, we can see it from upstairs or the back garden...