I've been for a couple of trundles off the ward the last few evenings that W has been in. Twice we've done a circuit of the outside of the hospital buildings (still within the hospital grounds), but this evening we got up to mischief. This evening we went to the park across the road from the hospital, stopping on the way over at W's car where we picked up the fireworks we've been storing up since November :oD We'd bought the more expensive ones this year, and we could really tell the difference from the cheap ones we've had in the past. For starters they lit so much easier, but more importantly, the fireworks themselves were bigger, the bangs louder, and they were generally more impressive.
We positioned ourselves at the far end of the field directly opposite the hospital, but down the path that runs by the side of the field so that we didn't have all the lights from the passing cars shining directly onto us. We then unpacked the first box of fireworks.
One by one, W set them off, and here are a few photos of some of them:
We, or rather W, soon learnt that she'd need to light the fireworks from a further distance than we've done with the cheaper ones in the past as we kept being hit by flying debris, but thankfully none of it was alight. I had visions of us returning to the ward saying, 'So erm, we've been up to mischief, and whilst I can still breathe, we've both got third degree burns. Anything you can do to help?' ;o) Thankfully, the only thing we came away with was the giggle for having been up to so much mischief whilst I'm still a hospital in-patient.
Before we were ready to set off back to the hospital we had one big box of 24 fireworks - one fuse to light and the whole lot went off in a storm. Here's W with the box just before taking it almost to the middle of the field.
It must have lasted only a matter of twenty seconds or so (if that), but it was spectacular.
There were more than a few boxes and cartons to tidy away afterwards, and as you see in the second picture below, the box from the set of 24 on one fuse wouldn't fit in the bin. We're wondering what on earth the council workers will think when they come across the dead fireworks box in the morning.
I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to tell the staff what W and I had been up to, thinking they might then blame any chest-tightness through the night on the fireworks. I left it a while, but have since told the nurse looking after the patients on my end of the ward what I did on my excursion off the ward. She thought it was great! She also said that they could hear the fireworks on the ward and the health care assistant had asked if that was fireworks she could hear. The nurse had apparently replied, 'I hope so, because otherwise it's a major gangland shooting going on!' I showed her some of the photos of my and W's antics this evening and as she left my room she said that I'd really cheered her up :o) The antics really cheered me up too :oD