Show Me The Way To Go Home

The husband is off to do a parents night tonight. Satans Minions usually take this as their cue to step the bad behaviour up a notch and create some proper havoc (flushing engagement rings down toilets being a particularly fine example). However this evening has been different. The Minions spent the afternoon being marched round the three mile beach walk in the hopes that the fresh air and exercise would tire them out to the extent that they would be physically incapable of any kind of mischief. It worked. This is Minion number one at 6.30pm Minion number two was already asleep and so far there hasn't been a peep out of them since. Usually only black market narcotics acheive results like this.

It has to be said though that the walk was not without it's trials. Minions one and three have a very strange relationship and seem to love nothing better than knocking lumps out of each other (the brawls are up there with a particularly vicious cage fight in their intensity) and today they found themselves a couple of sticks to use as weapons. As tempting as it was to just leave them to it we were in public and so had to intervene to prevent an impaling. Needless to say that didn't go down well with either of the Minions and the rest of the walk was spent bemoaning their lack of sticks.

On arriving back in the village we stopped into the shop to reward their efforts. Minion number three decided he was for having a capri sun. When he realised there was no chance of having one bought for him he decided the best course of action would be to just walk out of the shop with it. Given the amount of money I put across the counter on a weekly basis it was tempting just to take the drink as dividends but my conscience won out and he was made to put it back.

Quote of the day: "I see the poo, I see it mummy" Minion number five ignoring the wildlife, sea and train and choosing to play spot the poo instead.