My daughter, Debbie, who was visiting us for a few days, had been remarking that it was very quiet upstairs especially as there were four children in the house.
Alarm bells ringing, my son, Sam & I went dashing upstairs.
Rick led us into the spare room that Debbie had been sleeping in.
The scene that awaited us was unbelievable. I had no idea that half a packet of wallpaper paste could go so far when sprinkled around to create a snow storm! Why ever didn't I throw it out? What a stupid place to keep it under the guest room sink, even if it was in the cupboard.
All four children looked decidedly sheepish.
Dean, my 9 year old grandson & Rick looked somewhat guilty and both of them had smirks on their faces but denied any knowledge of the act. Amber, aged 5 was saying, "It wasn't me." Millie, aged 3 insisted it wasn't her.
I wonder who really inspired this?
Maybe we shall never know!