AND SO it’s happened. The dreaded Xbox is in the house. Someone left the door open; a big, jolly, slightly inebriated man dressed in red gained easy access to our house on Christmas Eve and left it in the playroom.
The big jolly fucker!
Yes the Xbox. Do not ask me which one it is. It is a black box that sits beside the telly and has several hand held control things. The amount of games that were deposited alongside it, is crazy.
Okay there were only about four but as we celebrate a birthday in the New Year, birthday money got spent.
And it wasn’t on books and boxes of Lego like I wanted. Oh no. More Xbox games. Of the Minecraft genre.
Because it was the festive season we let them have unlimited access to the damn thing. Kind of hoping that they would self-regulate their gaming time.
We have one heavily addicted boy, another who can give or take and a third who demands help for all of the killing that must take place.
I hate it already! There have been Donedeal threats and another where it was going up into a bedroom if they couldn’t learn to share the love. This one backfired on me because straight away they thought there was going to be a second television brought into the house.
I believe my exact words were: “Don’t mind your mother. I was talking shite. I will put that thing in the middle of the field next door sooner than allow it into a bedroom!” *minus the word shite*
The Lord of the Rings has been a big favourite in the house recently. You know the scene where the horrible little bony grey guy crawls around and hisses “my precioussssssssssssss,” when he gets his slimy mitts on The Ring?
Well, it appears I have an Xbox Gollum in the house.
Mister Husband reckons he’s going to take over the world such is his ability to manipulate, divide and conquer and plain old get what he wants.
Which is his preciousssssssssssssss Xbox.
I reckon he is going to get his head boxed in when the others figure out his tactics!