A Strangely Noisy Evening
It seems that the charv pub next door (The Jet, in case you were wondering) has decided to celebrate the sterling work our boys are currently doing over in Iraq by recreating the Battle of Fallujah right here in South Leam. It's very loud, and quite pretty. I'm not sure if it's like this in Iraq, but they've also got mini-charves going door-to-door 'carol' singing* in the hope of receiving some sort of payment – I believe they demanded either "sweets or money or else we'll [sound of front door slamming] your house". I'm quaking.
*along the lines of "we wish you a merry bonfire night