This weekend was brilliant, we went to a family wedding in Cambridge which was lots of fun. On Sunday, Mrs Glum wasn't feeling too good so we borrowed Miss Glum (to be known from now on as 'Marsha' - you remember from the Brady Bunch - Miss Glum has long blond hair).
The girls played happily on the trampoline, in the bedroom and around Mr Fink painting the skirting boards. After a while they noticed a couple of roughty-tufty school boy friends playing out on the green and Little Fink asked if they could go out and play rounders. Off they went, with the usual instructions about 1. Don't talk to strangers. 2. Don't go off the green. 3. No fighting. Little Fink dressed from head to toe in black (boots, trousers, coat etc), Marsha dressed in white bomber jacket and pale trousers.
All was well when the front door opened and Marsha popped her head round the door, "Please may we go down the alley next to the end house?" It turned out the boys had gone down there, so I said yes as long as they stay together and (because the boys are more roughty-tufty than the girls) if the girls see anyone doing anything which seems wrong, to come straight home.
About 30 minutes later I called them in for their showers, they were all rosy cheeks and full of fresh air, just as young children should now that the nights are lighter.
I ask if they have been having fun and what have they been up to when Marsha pipes up, "Well, Little Fink had a sand fight with the boys." It would appear that 'down the alley', there was a big Wicks bag of builders sand, you know - the stuff that sends your skin bright orange if you touch it?? The kids decided if might be fun to throw some around and hey presto, 20 minutes later, Little Fink has become Tango man.
I make her get undressed in the shower to avoid contaminating the freshly glossed skirting boards and the wrath of Mr Fink!
Suddenly it occurs to me that Marsha, her white bomber jacket and waist length blond hair may need some urgent attention after the orange sand fight (and how am I going to explain a newly ginger daughter to Mrs Glum). I check with Marsha and she says, "No I didn't join in the sand fight, i kept out of the way." Phew.
What are the chances of swapping girls? Do you think Mrs Glum would notice?
