The Powder Bomb

I had some stuff to do, or as they say on TV "errands to run" and I didn't want to take the kids cause it takes three times as long to do anything at the shops.   I told my husband I was going and I left.  It was a great feeling getting into that car knowing I was going to the shops BY MYSELF for the first time in 100 years.  Ok, slight exaggeration, it's more like 4 months.  I used to get to go out alone when I went to the gym, but since leaving in March I haven't been anywhere without someone in tow.  

After a glorious hour and 20 minutes I returned home to something that resembled this! (only, not as pretty)

You should have seen the mice children scatter when I walked through the door.  All I could hear was "It wasn't me" coming from all 3 monsters culprits.  After sweeping, vacuuming and mopping (more than once) I found 3 little Angels sitting in the lounge behaving themselves, but I think that's because they were too scared to move.  Now, despite all their protests of "It wasn't me" they were all covered in powder.

Where was idiot features the husband?  Still asleep in bed of course.