I hate Playmobil, I hate it with a passion. Millions of tiny bits inground into the playroom carpet. The mini boy gets the very big box full and just scatters them perfectly over the entire playroom surface within a second. That garantees that I'll be there, busy for at least half an hour cleaning them all up again. Most of the time I just close the door and pretend they are not there. I mean what the f***k is the point of it anyway. I, not them, spend a day or more building up the zoo or the prison or whatever else they have, I even superglued them together so they wouldn't pull them apart and then they desimate them within minutes :wtf:
The playroom is currently carpeted in the monstrous plastic thingies, again. I'm prepared to clean them up for the last time - destination bin :evil: But the boyfriend has got in the way. "But they're expensive," he moans. He's NEVER cleaned them up and is quite unprepared to do so even tonight, even if it means rescuing the pesky stuff. Onto the ensuing argument. He's made it clear that they shouldn't go in the bin but no charity will have them, along with the enormous soft toy cull I did today, no less than 5 bin bags full.
"You're going to throw out the soft toys too?' Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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