A New Day

Shhhhh, I'm resting today, after one of the busiest weekends on record. Hot and cold running food, parents staying, amidst constant games of Red Indians, and a particularly nasty game called Safari Park. Each person chooses a room, one person gets to visit each room , and has to guess what kind of heinous monster dwells inside from the gnawing and snarlings that are emanating from the enclosure. The most inventive one was enacting out the windscreen wipers having been pulled off in the monkey enclosure, that one gets my vote of homour.
My parents were in the garden and confirmed that the whole house resembled a rabid menagerie and weren't surprised if the neighbours hadn't called the RSPCA

That was the Saturday. The Sunday was no better. The swimming party involved enforced head stands underwater, and a combined game of water volley ball and being ducked by two particularly merciless 6 year olds, one impersonating one of The Incredibles, the other acting out quite effectively Spiderwoman

The house did not escape the attentions of our dear mites, with furniture scattered as if by a raging twister, and the boot rack looking as if a centipede had shed its load of footwear in a very haphazard manner.
So tonight its returning to the fray, starting to temporarily fill the holes in the outside walls and making an inventory for the Insurance claim that will inevitably follow in the days to come.

I suppose the Insurance Man will try and argue that birthday parties are an act of God. Feels more like the other place to me, and he should jolly well know!