Three hours later, when the hosepipe men in the big red lorry had gone, and the biggers with burns and contusions had been treated, peace broke out. The nomes crept towards the ruin of the games room and looked up towards the rest of the house which largely survived undamaged.
“They was lucky,” Granny said before reapplying herself to her knitting.
Movement from the front door stopped all nomely conversation as Big Bigger and his missus came out onto the lawn.
“Was that my fault?” he asked.
“I dunno. Anyway not too much harm done. But no more fireworks. Ever.”
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