I followed the final clue and found them badly hidden under cushions, tangled together like a fantastical being, and, finally, I was allowed to open hatch on the old-fashioned diving helmet.
My children had woken me, handed me the first clue and the helmet before running off laughing. For two hours I had been lumbering about the house and the garden searching for the individually decorated clue cards, barely able to stay upright.
Sometimes I wonder why I allow my children to treat me this way, to pander to such behaviour and instructions- giggles from under the cushions tell me.
My children had woken me, handed me the first clue and the helmet before running off laughing. For two hours I had been lumbering about the house and the garden searching for the individually decorated clue cards, barely able to stay upright.
Sometimes I wonder why I allow my children to treat me this way, to pander to such behaviour and instructions- giggles from under the cushions tell me.
