Power went out last night. Right in middle of Desparate Housewives. Urgh!
Of course, our only torch has a flat battery – and, yes, it again relates to the inablity to work out concept of little boy height – and still being in the process of moving, all our candles are still at the old house. Fortunately, we had purchased for the kids at christmas, some headlamps – blindingly bright, but better than the pitch blackness we had.
Grumpy had to wear one so he could read, which was a sight, because his head is too big.
Kids came in this morning, like they do every morning, and found the headlamps. So after much cajoling, we eventually conceded
