I'm not quite sure how it started but the other night we got persuaded to go home early to make crumble and being the domestic godesses that we are (apart from when the fire alarm acts as my cooking timer) we somehow thought this was a good idea. And so off we went:
And off we go into the night, a steaming crumble in our hands, we lay it on the matt, the oven gloves neatly arranged next to it, pressing the doorbell with anticipation and then giggling off to hide behind the wheely bins. However, those present in the house got rather more of a surprise than we'd bargained for, with thier fellow housemates not being back yet (despite their promises!) they really did think the pudding fairies had been.
So of course revenge had to be sought to this hideous downfall. Underwear was hidden, however due to a slight laundry crisis they were all in the washing machine Now as much as I'm a practical joker I'm not that mean and so one pair was left to dry, but of course he had to find them first. We had a lot of fun creating an Easter Egg type rhyming trail.
''In here it's chilly, unlike a hot geezer, you're next clue is in the ......''
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