It wasnt raining.
I carefully stuck my nose out the door and it didnt get wet. No icicles either.
Ventured out into the garden. It was actually warm.
Well, about 7C. THere was a gentle breeze. So gentle it wasnt thrashing everything.
Sort of almost like it might be near summer.
Well, almost.
There was another huge crash from inside the house.
It seems they were having a competition, see what they could fire further up the stairwell with the catapults - a bionicle or a lego car.
The lego car was winning.
Biggest arrived bleeding.
Seems the cataput misfired and tried to splatter his finger with a bionicles head.
I looked past him at the trashed kitchen.
One of them had decided to have a pizza sandwich for breakfast.
The other had already cooked poridge for about 10 mins too long in the microwave.
It leaked badly when he opened the door.
The other one had tried making the pizza sandwiches out of two pizzas - burnt on the rim, but frozen in the middle with poridge scraped off the worktop and jam in it.
It was still dripping down the cupboard with a tipped over bottle of coke.