As a grown up I try not to visit my past to often. The stuff I grew up with is private. I dont discuss it. I never mention it. Last night eldest went out with his friend. Eldest had been drinking since the afternoon. I texted & asked if he had his key. No came the reply but he’d will be home soon. My front door is locked at night. Anyway I hear him walking along the hall. i had expected him to use the letter box like most people would but he jumped over my garden wall & through the backdoor. Okay so I go downstairs, knock on his door & walked in. Out came a disgusted and what do you want you nosey ignorant bastard. Um, I reply with an excuse me and did he not just say it again. His friend is sitting on his bed. So what do i do to a 20yr old who’s obviously very drunk? Its a no brainer for me. i point my finger and say quietly kitchen, now. Into the kitchen we go and he sits on a chair. He’s ready for a fight. Here’s were my experience comes in. I stand, non aggressive and say very quietly you do not ever talk to me like that. I stand whilst he rabbits on and interrupt with my blah, blah. He says I wasnt listening. OMG my Dad is back. Sitting in front of my, pissed as a fart. The only thing missing was the fists banging.