Oh my goodness, with a hall cupboard crammed with foam soap cans, leftover from numerous sleepover bath times, our beloved niece and nephew pleaded with us to let them play their own version of "Bake Off", and well, as we didn't have anything really concrete planned, it seemed rude not too, so move over Nigella!
However, admittedly, at first, Darrell did go a whiter shade of pale at the thought of his freshly steam cleaned floor being compromised .........
..... but in the end he managed to persuade himself that should any rouge foam miss the table and hit the floor, said foam soap might perhaps help to intensify (??) the professional, polished sheen he prides himself on. Life is too short, he reasoned not to indulge the little ones now and again, just for the sake of an extra bit of mopping.
Needless to say, total chaos and mayhem ensued, however Alice, bless her, kept a watchful eye on the proceedings, but she didn't even have to show the slightest hint of one of her "special looks", which trust us, despite her ever fragrant, demure demeanour, could easily turn the strongest man into a pillow pillar of salt!
What followed was a joyous afternoon, where The Towers was filled with so much unbridled and unfettered foamy fun and too many uncontrolled fits of the giggles to count.
....... well, it absolutely shone afterwards, following a quick flick with a multi purpose wipe, so it was win, win all round, in fact, from now on, Darrell's going to positively encourage such activities! What is he like?
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