Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to flick bogeys from.
And when Ninja-Flying-Monkey Boy's little chum's parents came to pick him up this evening he described the swearing and screaming with perfect clarity.
Scooby Doo chuckles all round.
Well we really must be going........
Finally mended N-F-M Boys football team socks after about 18 months. Guilt?
Not enough plain chocolate in the house.