I have three flying pigs on my wall going up the stairs. They are pink, of course, and have wings. This morning I found a pink ‘thing’ on my desk in my study and it took me some time to figure out that it was one of the flying pig’s ears. It took me less time to guess that this was the result of an ‘accident’ and that the perpetrator was probably Son No 1 who was out for the weekend.
I also have one broken phone. Courtesy of same son. Same weekend.
And the timer on my lamp doesnt appear to be working either. Same son but last weekend, I think.
What next, I wonder?