Today, the children abandoned modern games consules and resorted to good old fashioned 'play', by building bunkers and dens in the lounge. Safely hidden in their trenches they then bombed each other with the plastic balls from the old ball pit Andy dug out from the garage during a weekend tidy out.
Pillows became sand bags, teddy bears were guards on duty and boxes formed walls.
My only role in all this was to randomly shout out 'gas attack', whereby the children dived under blankets to escape the effect of the fumes.
The standard of PPE wasn't enough for Bombardier Eleanor who then deserted her post, went AWOL and came back with five flannels, a box of pegs and a request for a gas-mask to be made. Clearly she understands the troops dire need for better equipment in the line of duty.