|Starting the battle, all in there places and teams|
|Fork team - cut up sausage. Spoon team - soup|
|Fork captain, Spoon captain|
|This is them with hair|
|"darn, she loves sausage. This soup smells yuk" "Sausage! Yummy"|
|the battle goes on for ten weeks and they don't get much rest|
|...they get to go back to they're draws they flop on to the bed.|
Sometimes it does feel that all that we've achieved is a bit of sausage throwing and soup hurling. Here's hoping we all get to go back to our drawers and flop onto our beds these holidays. Sounds like paradise.