Lots of pre-exam stress here, and the weather has been wetter than a Wet Wet Wet reunion, so I've been going mad all day. We escaped briefly to New Walk Museum to give the youngest a run out, and he threatened to break things while I looked at some George Grosz.
When we got back to the two teenagers who we had left "revising" we found that their impromptu game of football in the kitchen had got out of hand, so while there wasn't exactly blood on the carpet there was certainly broken glass on the kitchen floor.
I've now rescued my French Floraline advert, mended a chair and stopped the pocket money I don't give them in the first place.
That'll learn 'em.
This is Grosz's "Pandemonium" - he should have tried living here.
That's for David Cross.
