Demon decided she couldn't be bothered to keep picking up her drink, so she used a 50cm 'giant' straws and put her drink on the floor so the straw would fit. Lazy mare. I put the straw (after she'd finished, obviously) in the recycling bag and thought nothing more of it.
When I heard a banging noise I was a little confused. Straws tend not to bang. I looked round the corner and caught Tatwo, Tickles and TC working together/fighting each other/working together to get the straw back out of the bag, which was hanging off a doorhandle. Success was a long time coming, but finally the straw was free and the door could go back on its hinges.
Tatwo was seen sprinting off upstairs with a 50cm straw in his mouth, and his two brothers in hot pursuit, to play with his new toy. Half an hour later, Tatwo came back downstairs with something that resembled a straw, still sideways in his mouth, and all four siblings chasing him.
By the time he got to the living room he had two on each side of him, all five of them lined up with a strangled straw in their mouths.
Stella was fascinated by them, and Summer was on the sofa with me being thankful she's not a genetic relative of the loonies hooning round my living room.
Meanwhile I was taking bookings from the Red Arrows for formation training...
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