Malta is a small island and after a little time exploring, it can become quite limiting. In many ways. It's a bit like an antiquated seaside town, past it's prime and slightly neglected. Not too much to do for an active TheO with a hyper-investigating mind. The old local swings could cause an injury worse than a Korean Cat-Bike so it therefore seems quite natural to encourage the little lad to play at home. Despite the huge expanse of the rolling penthouse, the terrace has become quite small for such an inquiring mind. Games that the cheeky chap like to play include:

Over the Edge! - Things that bounce when dropped from five floors up.
The Plunge! - How many things can you fit down the toilet.
What's in the Cupboard? - Who cares, it's coming out!
Toothpaste - Find the hidden toothpaste and squirt it everywhere!

It's like a round of 'It's A Knockout' in our very own flat! One can not have enough plastic to keep the boy happy (not the Visa type) so as well as the games, domestic appliances have become part of the playground. However I will be making sure that 'Visiting The North Pole' doesn't become a firm favourite!!



What do you mean, no buses after 8.30?