Vocal Voices

That's the new name for our house!

(Y)omping
(M)unching
(C)homping
(A)ll my food!

We came home from watching the Malaga Barca match (they lost 1-0 but a blummin good game) and in the kitchen was Jacob and 7 friends.

They all said hola and very quickly said adios..and that included Jacob and I now know why.

Went into the freezer for a scooby snack of the pizza variety to find 5 pizzas had not so mysteriously disappeared given that all the wrappings and boxes were in the re-cycling box.

A lemon drizzle cake had vanished!

Half a loaf of my favourite salt and pepper bread had gone.

And a hooooj packet of Lay's ready salted crisps has gone walkabout.

I've always loved my lads bringing friends to the house..but where in the rule book does it say they have to eat me out of house and home.

Like having locusts descend, isn't it???

Oh, I know that feeling well

Our house was one of a few that lots of us used to go back to for coffee. My mum would go straight to the kitchen and start cooking chips

Diflower wrote:Our house was one of a few that lots of us used to go back to for coffee. My mum would go straight to the kitchen and start cooking chips

I've always been dead chuffed that my boys friends loved coming to our house..probably because there's always food and I don't mind the noise.

Oh yes, so you should be
There were friends in our large group whose houses I never saw, or at least never went inside.

We were always welcome at some though, like ours. It's struck me often since that it has nothing whatsoever to do with the amount of room, or the amount of money the parents had, it's just to do with people