They say the best things in life are free, and this naturally extends to the view from a top-floor flat in a looking towards Battersea Power Station on one side and the London Eye and St Paul's to the other. We met people, who had a variety of online and Real Life names; we met cats, who seemed fazed neither by the strangers nor by the fireworks. We ate excellently - for me, rabbit pie, followed by alcohol with a hint of trifle. Thanks to all concerned in the preparation of such a feast.
The public displays didn't seem quite up to the standard of the previous year - perhaps partially due to more cloudy weather, and partially due to being marginally more distant from the 5th itself. We were, however, provided with a more intimate and impromptu display from one of the fellow occupants of the block, who proceeded to set off some slightly dodgy-looking fireworks from the car park. Various predictions of some sort of Casualty scenario did not come to fruition, but kharin and I exited the building with caution.