We went to our local bonfire night on Saturday.
It was a fine evening – not too cold, but cold enough that we wanted some warm nibbles afterwards.
The fireworks were in a field in Wallingford, a mere 100m from a nice, spacious Waitrose.
So, once the final bang had passed, we headed there, along with what seemed like half the attendees.
There we were, wandering the aisles, choosing our unhealthy but delicious nibbles when an announcement came over the tannoy: