You Sort It!!....

...his wife said out loud and promptly disappeared, 

'You made the mess, you deal with it!!' he could hear her yelling from the distance.

Unfortunately for Gary, his wife was spot on, and he was, not for the first time left feeling, and deservedly so he had to admit, looking like an idiot.

He was the one who had encouraged his kids to kick the ball about and not worry about how high they were kicking it, because as they boasted 'We're the next messi!' a great footballer apparently who could and can control the ball with precision.

Unfortunately, despite his wife's repeated warnings to him over this, he had dismissed them, and was now in a real mess-i situation...

His kids had been playing with a proper sized football, and a tennis ball, which had just both been kicked over their fence and landed in their neighbours garden.

Gary wanted the ground to swallow him up, as he looked at where his neighbours scarecrow was, its head and been knocked off and replaced by a football, and his neighbour was now looking at him, face red with rage, with a tennis ball in his mouth.....

Oops!!...

Take care all ;-)