Sleepless night

As I write, Paddy is snoozing peacefully on the sofa beside me. I think he is probably still worn out after last night, starting at 8.30pm when certain idiots in the area decided to recreate Beireut with their thousands of fireworks. As Paddy is a rescue dog, we don't know his history but I am willing to bet that it involves some traumatic experiences with fireworks because, as soon as he hears them, he goes berserk. So, we calm him down and all is well until the next volley, when it all starts again, with the result that he and I were still to be found on the sofa downstairs until well into the early hours.
As  I have said before, how it is still legal for members of the public to buy what are, in effect, explosives in these days of the Nanny State, is unbelievable and  at the risk of being a party-pooper, there are other ways of ushering in the new year.
Mind you, worse was to come when I did finally get to bed.
Yes, the Phantom Snorer was in residence again.....
Happy New Year! :)