Me and Whose Army.

After two weeks of staying at shabby hotels and the mother-in-laws, I'm finally back at home. There is some debris left over from the plethora of tiny madmen who were staying here but, on the whole, the place seems to be still intact.
To give an example of the madness of these children (lovely as they are), the second oldest (6 yrs) while at the beach during the week, spotted a guy swimming alongside a kayak. On being told by his father that it was probably an extreme swimmer in training and should therefore be given full respect, little R. ran down the dunes and legged it to the sea edge and started shouting "YOU'RE BLOODY BONKERS, YOU ARE!!!".
Thing is, he's probably right.