You know that feeling you get when you go to the fridge and find someone has eaten your last Magnum ice cream. The one you were saving to have while watching Britain’s Got Talent; gutted, a feeling that slowly gives way to indignation, betrayal, disappointment and mental screams of “how dare they, they knew that was the last one and there was bloody 6 of them to start with!” Does anyone own up to this? Is this the first time this has happened to you? didn’t think so.“who had the last Magnum?” I cry. This is followed by the two main suspects, the children, storming in and denying any knowledge of even knowing there was such a thing as a first Magnum never mind a last one and anyway its Saturday! This is followed by the obligatory fight (which on this occasion I win due to the fact that I am 47 and the children are 9 and 10) followed by my Wife telling me it’s all my fault for leaving them there in the first place. Where was i meant to leave them, under the bed?
Now i am not saying it would be nice to spy on the fridge to see who the perpetrators of this heinous crime are, but lets face it, you wouldn’t say no if someone gave you a video of who did this would you?