Phone home, ETee!

Today it was the boys' turn. After much discussion, umm-ing and aah-ing, and indecisiveness, they elected to go to Bunkers, the indoor crazy golf place.

It was dark with flashing lights - aimed mainly I believe at 'young people' out on the town of an evening. I couldn't see what I was doing and I was sober so it must get pretty chaotic. At one point I said, "Daniel, come and find my ball for me: I can't see it." That was in the mirrored corridored hole. I thought I would never get out.

All the holes were based on tv shows, like Sons of Anarchtee, Harry Putter, ETee. Good fun though. I started off well and rapidly deteriorated.

This one's Breaking Bad but I can't remember the pun on it.

On some holes the balls followed very complicated routes disappearing into a sofa, or, as above, a caravan.

Followed by lunch in the nearby - okay, I've forgotten the name. Was it Carl Jnr's? A burger type place.

For the four of us the day cost nearly £100. That's fine as we're retired and have money but how do young families manage? Presumably by not going to these places. That said, they were lots of young families there. Or maybe I'm out of touch and that's a normal price.

Quiet day tomorrow. We shall turn off the lights and pretend to be out if any Trick or Treaters come our way. Few do. I have bought boxes of chocolates in the past, and we've ended up eating them ourselves. There aren't many children around here.

Maybe I should a box of Heroes, just in case though. What do you think?