I was walking inch-deep in wasted firecrackers when I left my flat today. It is really disgusting.
As is the case every year. There's one thing I love about the new year, and that's the one-and-a-half holiday (sic!) we get, so one-and-a-half day off work remains on the positive side.
But at least it was peaceful outside, at least in the morning.
I'm seriously considering fleeing town next year, only problem is to find a place where there won't be any firecrackers.
