To make up for getting my way own way I said I'd decorate the house top to bottom. I've spent all day painting the kitchen. Julie went out with the kids and so in-between coats of paint I nipped to see bloke who's making the DVD of ghost evening. I was dubious about some of the photos from the evening but other videos of orbs were more believable. Everythings open to interpretation. A few beers made my wife and I tired and we didn't have a lot to say really. I'm staying up thirty mins longer than her just to look at my iPod. 
Last night I paid my brother twenty quid towards fireworks as everyone had to if they attended his bonfire night get together. Fireworks have not progressed in the thirty odd years I've witnessed them. Id rather my brother had burnt my twenty quid right in front of my face. That would have been different. I could tell the difference between one fire work and another because the first one went pop and the one at the end went, bang bang bang bang bang bang etc well you get the idea. So once we had enjoyed a night of the banging noise we handed out the flaming death sticks to all the children who we would think twice about handing a lit match to on any other night. And as the toddlers waved their red hot sparks just next to someone elses eyes I saw the bad judgement of it all. I was twenty pounds lighter and my kids still had all their eyes working so it seemed I'd had a good night. Oh I can't wait until next year when I am gonna burn all my hair off whilst lighting an explosive that I bought to blow up high above my garden. Maybe my brother would have only charged ten quid if I promised to cover one eye and one ear for the extravaganza.