Sparklering

As a consolation for the utter non-acknowledgement of the existence of Guy Fawkes Night over her, Emma treated us to a pack of fifty sparklers from E-mart. And, oh, did we have fun... These things were just waiting for the advert of digital cameras... Emma as winged demon. The shutter speed was still a little fast for the '-yan'. Lightsabre, kinda. Broken heart. We attracted a few of the neighbours... Who needs fireworks?