Another day in paradise

Remember when you were young and you built a gang hut where you could hang out plotting your next big adventure and escaping your parents?

My twins at seven discovered our cellar that you enter through the garden behind some bushes yesterday.

They spent all day yesterday running in and out of the house hunting and gathering things to make their gang hut special.

(I was glad of the peace and quiet quite frankly as Tee is in Brisbane and I’m baysitting for the weekend)

They woke me up at 8.00am wanting to go outside and play in the rain and their gang hut, so off they went - 3 hours later I still hadn’t seen them so breaking the cardinal rule of parenting I went to the gang hut.

Upon opening the door only after I gave the password which they kindly gave me in case of emergencies I stumbled into the alladins cave of gang huts!

It had carpet, wall hangings that made separate rooms, sleeping bags, a table and chairs, a lamp, and get this - a telly - A 14″ video port on which they were watching Shrek!

A couple of things occured to me - how did they get this all past me, why were they sitting in sleeping bags in a damp cellar and why were they watching a small telly when they have a 42″ plasma in their den upstairs?

Who knows, but I was happy for the peace on a rainy Staurday, they weren’t playing computer games and they had spent 2 days using their imagination building a rather comfortable wee nest for the pair of themselves instead of pulling lumps out of each other.

A bit more sophisticated than my efforts at seven years old I can tell you!