And we have a clown in Westdene who set offs an exploding rocket each week which is pretty unfair on pets and the flock of birds that subsequently appears out of nowhere.
Bit like not being the first out of the office in Japan. Me - couldn’t give a damn. I do some vigorous clapping and go in for a cuppa when my hands get sore.
Which completely misses the point (although I agree with the sentiment). The point Is that it’s a token of appreciation from us to those people we are dependent on. A morale boost? I don’t have a problem with it and will be out front clapping with most of my neighbours.