It’s that time of the week again, when I get to ridicule my (patient) family by posting a photograph that any other kind, caring relative would hit delete and never talk of iagain.
Unfortunately for them, when it comes to having a giggle at their expense, all sense of decency goes out the window.
Through rights of passage, we had to endure the pain of fancy dress hell for many years, so be it, we subject our own offspring to the same torture, and I’ve no doubt they will with their own, one day.
It’s one of those village ‘things’ that just can’t be avoided.
After sitting around in a stuffy village hall for what feels like eternity, my son and his cousins, dressed as Mr Men which prevented them from sitting down or having full use of their limbs, started
buggering about making their own entertainment.
I feel the chaos is captured perfectly.
Oh and yes, we did win, just incase you were wondering.