The other day I tweeted:
The children have rigged up some sort of contraption which they fire at me when I walk down the hallway.
I have my very own charge of the light brigade every time I want to use the toilet.
And just to prove I wasn’t exaggerating (Yes! For Lord knows no one exaggerates for effect on the Internet!) here are some shots I got:
This would appear relatively harmeless, were it not for the accompanying, fake-sweet calls of “Mum, come here, we have something to show you….”
Then…
I get lambasted with balls (most not pictured, they were already behind me), rings are frisbeed, and last of all a rocket gets fired at my solar plexus.
Devious little brutes!
But ten points for creativity, I must say.
