[Sundae]

I came home from work on Saturday via the mini-supermarket on my road. I left one of the bags on the side, lazy I admit, but it was full of non-perishables.

Sunday morning, my first morning of a three day break, I got up and fixed breakfast for me and the cats. I was padding about happily and only took my earplugs out when I switched on the radio. Now, I wasn’t about to leave my earplugs lying around, so I put them in the bag that was still on the counter. I figured they would be safe in there, as the boys know they are not allowed on the kitchen counters, and in fact I never leave anything of interest there for them.

Come Sunday night – Christmas Eve! – I am a little merry, and finally decide to stumble to bed around 00.30 after figuring Father Christmas isn’t going to visit me this year. I go hunting for my earplugs, pretty pleased that I have remembered where I left them.

I find one. In the far corner of the kitchen. On the floor. Covered in fluff.

My strange boys are so enamoured of wax plugs that smell like my ears that they will jump on a kitchen counter, fish through a carrier bag containing tomato soup and raisins, get out the only two items that interest them and managed not to disturb the rest of the shopping.

I applaud their skill. Well, I do today – I entered the early hours of Christmas morning swearing and cursing to an extent that would definitely have made the baby Jesus cry. Hmmmmm, perhaps that’s why Father Christmas didn’t come this year. I guess having a foul mouth puts you on the naughty list.

But two pics attached to show that they can be angels. When they are asleep.