We have lived in our house for ten years, and every Saturday for those ten years, around about 7 o’clock in the evening, we hear fireworks exploding. Before I go on, let me add that fireworks are illegal in the state of Queensland.
Every Saturday night, fireworks. We can’t see them, but we can hear them.
Ten years of it, and I have never ever found out who, what ,or why, someone is lighting fireworks. Then again, maybe no one needs to have a reason, maybe they just like to look at pretty colours, or make loud noises.
The irritation of a decade of not knowing is starting to wear my patience down, and as we know I have precious little of that in store, so I fear that when I do find out that who, what and why; and if it not something interesting like some Chinese weekly ritual and merely some dim witted locals, well then they may just get a cracker up their… well, I am too much to say more, but think of the word cracker, only a slightly shorter version.