....the life line of a certain computer game.
Today, in front of me as I type is a gang of boys. Eldest is having a sleep over for his birthday and we have five (yes I know, I know - I need my head read) boys staying. The plan is to go on a night time picnic and whilst we wait for it to go dark enough, they are eating popcorn and tortilla crisps whilst building model battleships and robots and playing some sort of storm-battle-star-trek-war-game.
They had just come in exhausted from a very loud and physical sword-light-sabre-magic-staff-shield-wooden-dagger-bow and arrow game in the garden and collapsed on the floor.
Plans of midnight feasts and ghost stories are being made and friendships cemented whilst the deadly serious wheeling and dealing of pieces of leg0 and Knekx goes on. Oh to be that age again......
I gotta tell you, Hawthorn, that sounds absolutely horrible! I remember those days. One will get sick, one will want to go home, someone will get hurt. Does that sound pessimistic?
ReplyDeleteThank you for our kind comments regarding my misfit ottoman. I'll simply cover it with some kind of fabric and it will be just like it never happened. If someone ever has a room that matches, then I'll pass it onto them.
Hang on tight for tonight's ride!