Gah, that’s all I can say. Gah. Today, I shall wander up to Castle Street and return Splinter Cell to the branch of game from whence it came. “But why?” you cry, “it’s the best xbox game of the year!”. Because, my friends, it is a hiding simulator. That’s what you do in it – you hide. My beloved wife pointed out to me that perhaps two hours is too long to spend hiding in a bush watching guards, and she was right. Harrumph.
Harmony (who is two) decided to get up for a wander in the middle of the night, and then sprang up again at five in the morning. Problem is, she woke Tristan (7) as well, who came up with the bright idea of wandering downstairs and putting on Teletubbies at an absolutely THUNDEROUS volume. T’ch, eh?
She (Harmony) is turning into a complete bossyboots too. Her new thang is that Dad (moi) has to get a “Kith” whenever I go to work. Problem is, while dropping Debbie and the brood off at the school this morning, she went berserk cos she was out of the car and in the buggy before she got one, so muggins here had to get out of the car in the freezing cold (grumble grumble etc).
It’s no fair.