Death of an angel

We went out with friends LC and TP to a mutual friends house for drinks, eats and lots of chat.

The evening passed in a flash and at eleven thirty the decision was made to run for home, so with the wind behind us we walked back through the village, said out goodbyes and let ourselves in.

The boys were very excited to see us after being left for a few hours, but this is what we stumbled over when we turned the corner of the hall.

Mummy's favourite angel, dragged from its seat in the kitchen and destroyed, it remains scattered over the carpet. I've seen these naughty boys in action before so I know from experience that this all happened in a flash, at least it was quick and she probably didn't feel a thing.