Later it would be called the great escape, later it would be reflected upon with a sense of amazement, but on the day, they’d been in too much shock to think anything.
Old Marge was the first to notice, hers was creeping out the laundry door, trailing its cord behind.
Jack had a worse time, his ran off with his breakfast.
Then there was little Tommy, he would never understand why he’d had to have a cold bottle of milk that day.
Later we called it the great escape, when the electrical appliances absconded.
I wonder what they’re doing now.