Come away with me for tales of adventure and crazy neighbours (part 2)

Ok, I'm sorry for the length of time it has taken me to write the second part of this story. It has been another interesting week, in which I have really seen God bless me in many ways, through friends and housemates, and with an amazing day in Chester. This is also a time of real testing so I would appreciate your prayers.

Thanks for all the comments and the suggestions, the squirrels are coming i promise, but here and now, this is part two of the story...

On that day most Americans were celebrating their independence from the British Empire. One person not celebrating was Crazy Anne. She was not generally in favour of celebrations, and she particularly hated fireworks, as they would terrify her cats. This was quite unfortunate because many of the local families would compete with one another to see who could put on the best firework shows. It was an intense competition, to the extent that some families would quite literally travel the length of the country to find the best fireworks.

And so, in memoriam of their war of independence, Americans seek to recreate that occasion with huge explosions. Obviously this is a somewhat dangerous occupation, and fireworks can and do go astray. The Clark family were no strangers to firework mishaps, the most interesting example of this being an occasion when a lit firework fell over pointing towards the house. The Clarks duly ran for cover, but Mr. Clark and one of their neighbours found themselves trying to get through the same door at the same time. Once they were well and truly wedged the fun really began, with the fireworks firing through their legs and into the house. Fortunately they both escaped unharmed, and undeterred by this experience they continued to celebrate Independence Day with fireworks.

On this day Crazy Anne’s fear of fireworks turned out to be quite justified. For just as she was completing a new figure of a man, made from a Cadbury wrapper discovered by chance in a local store, a firework flew through her window.


Four cats were killed instantly in the explosion, with another 12 suffering serious burns. A greater problem than the physical suffering though was the psychological damage done to all of the cats, and for years to follow they received treatment from a highly skilled pet psychologist at his home in Oregonia, pictured here.

And now I must run away, into the cold, dark night.... (more suggestions please!)