By way of mitigation for posting here hopefully this sorry tale will also amuse some of you.
Teenage DS decided to get off the xbox, so be careful what you wish for, and go out for a walk through muddy fields in new trainers. Considerately, he comes home, opens the porch door (letting all the heat out) and proceeds to sit down on the doorstep and clean the mud of his prized new trainers that he got for Christmas (leaving the doorstep in a state of horror.
Upon realising that said prized trainers were still muddy he disappeared upstairs, unknown to the amateur Sherlock that is DD who somebody failed to notice this transgession when she can normally notice a single hair out of place, especially if she can blame DS. He then proceeded to the bathroom and installed a Jackson Pollock style mud installation on the bath, walls, sink and floor but the prized trainers are now spotless.
DD is still, remarkably oblivious, bribery is suspected. Either that or she has done something which she wants DS to keep quiet about. I am suspicious.
Meanwhile DS has discovered that the pop up plug in the sink now won't pop up. He investigates this and it still won't pop up so he decides to push it down further to see if it will pop up. Now it he discovers that it is even more stuck.
Distraught, he tries everything he can, somehow managing to sneak into the kitchen and retrieve a BBQ skewer and a new kitchen knife. It's no good the plug is still stuck and his sister is now at the bathroom door demanding to know what is going on because she has to wash her hair and she has to wash it NOW. Realising that there is no hope now DD's detective senses are on the case, DS reluctantly calls 'Mum, come here'. 'Mum, there's a problem' You don't say.
Abandoning my cup of tea, in much the same way that DS probably abandoned all hope. I go upstairs reluctantly and 'admire' the new Jackson Pollock style art installation. DD shares my horror. DS says he doesn't know how it happened, DD decides to enlighten him using words that I will not repeat. Still, it saved me a job.
And now the problem. At this point Piglet John will hopefully don his superhero cape and swoop to the rescue but any advice will be appreciated. How the f* do I get the plug out?