I went out this morning. I only went to McDonalds for a coffee & Asda for my normal Sunday shop. I wasn’t even gone an hour. I wish I’d stayed out. I come home to find my last remaining house phone has some how mysteriously stopped working. It was pointless asking what happened. I suspect son 4 threw it at either son 3 or 2. I can’t of course prove it so bad mood has arrived. At this stage it’s the teeniest of bad moods but its definitely here. I come upstairs to silence. Why is my Tv not on? That confirms my suspicion that boys have had some sort of rumble. Open my sitting-room door & my floor is littered with cushions & stuff that should have been binned. It’s quite funny in a sad way. Baby child broke my bin last week. It was a forty pounds bin & I drew my line in the sand. He was told if he broke it it wouldn’t be replaced so in the corner of my room sits a black bag for rubbish. I so want to buy a new bin but he’d only break it. If I say something I have to mean it & that’s a very important lesson for both of us. My sitting-room looks trashed & whilst I’m not amused, I’m not going to let it bother me. Sons 2 & 4 ar seriously kicking off over aftershave. They may be 16yrs & 12yrs but they act like toddlers. O I so wish I could return to the days of workable distractions & bed by 8pm.