First we cut up all the chilis and put them in an old glass jar that used to sit in a pharmacists' window. I used a protective rubber glove and was under strict instructions not to touch anything at all, ever. I filled the jar with the naughty little Trinidad Scorpion Moruga chilis and didn't get poisoned once. See how they shine in the sunlight.
Then we made Box #8. Photos will have to wait until we have Puddlevisitors because cardboard castles are much better with occupants. Suffice it to say that it has teeth, spacious accommodation aranged over 3 floors and twin 40mm cannons in the Dracula coffins. Then, just when you thought it was going to be boring, Erin turned 7. We collected umpteen bags of goodies and walked round past a massive traffic jam: a crane was sitting in the middle of the road dismantling another crane that had been in the retirement flats building site all summer.
O how we laughed at the gridlock spreading out over the whole town. Anyway the party quickly followed its usual course with DVDs and skipping games for us and endless beer and burbling for them. Erin has 3 guinea pigs and they pooed all over the lawn until it started raining and they were put back in their 2-storey lodge. I punctured my heel on an exposed carpet gripper and Ben and Erin had a tussle that ended in a double howler, but this is par for the course and we wouldn't have it any other way. For a while there we all stood outside the front door and watched the traffic jam again and toasted them jovially with beer and balloons, depending on height. I got a party bag full of sugary delights and pigged the lot.
First we cut up all the chilis and put them in an old glass jar that used to sit in a pharmacists' window. I used a protective rubber glove and was under strict instructions not to touch anything at all, ever. I filled the jar with the naughty little Trinidad Scorpion Moruga chilis and didn't get poisoned once. See how they shine in the sunlight.
Then we made Box #8. Photos will have to wait until we have Puddlevisitors because cardboard castles are much better with occupants. Suffice it to say that it has teeth, spacious accommodation aranged over 3 floors and twin 40mm cannons in the Dracula coffins. Then, just when you thought it was going to be boring, Erin turned 7. We collected umpteen bags of goodies and walked round past a massive traffic jam: a crane was sitting in the middle of the road dismantling another crane that had been in the retirement flats building site all summer. 
O how we laughed at the gridlock spreading out over the whole town. Anyway the party quickly followed its usual course with DVDs and skipping games for us and endless beer and burbling for them. Erin has 3 guinea pigs and they pooed all over the lawn until it started raining and they were put back in their 2-storey lodge. I punctured my heel on an exposed carpet gripper and Ben and Erin had a tussle that ended in a double howler, but this is par for the course and we wouldn't have it any other way. For a while there we all stood outside the front door and watched the traffic jam again and toasted them jovially with beer and balloons, depending on height. I got a party bag full of sugary delights and pigged the lot.
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