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Amber Lewis, 49, from St Mellons
Sitting in the car and snapping a selfie with my freshly coloured hair, a mist of hairspray was keeping the blonde curls in place.
And I had good reason for it – organising a family get together on 31 January 2020 with 10 or so of us all there, celebrating the arrival of my grandson, Jax.
After having a pamper morning, as well as gathering plenty of foodie bits, I headed to a local firework supplier to pick up a box to hold our own display in the garden.
Having loved firework displays all my life, celebrating Bonfire Night every single year, I’d never lit my own display before – but I was under the impression that it would be quite easy.
‘You just need to put the box between two bricks and light it at the end of the garden,’ the shop assistant said before I left.
So, picking up my daughter, Jade, and