I tucked my boys into bed with kisses and cuddles completely unaware of a ghastly murder that had taken place just moments before. I was to remain unaware of the crime through out the tucking in, the picking up of that days dirty clothes and the picking out of outfits for the next day.
Still unaware of the carnage that awaited me, I walked wearily up the stairs, fists pressed into my lower back, images of a good book and a HOT bath drowsily running through my mind.
However, my relaxing bath was not to be. I opened the door to the bathroom, crossed to the tub, arm reaching for the hot water tap, only to see blue. Blue on the side of the tub, blue in the tub. Blue on the top of the toilet. Blue on my good towels. The ones the children are not to use.
The remains of a deadly explosion were spread on ever surface you can imagine. The floor, the sink, the wall, my hair brush. Even the dog, who had followed me into the bathroom and was now rolling in ecstasy, grinding sticky blue -now with fresh strips! toothpaste into her fur.