I'm going to have to send my own question to my own blog ...
How do you stop Sons partying in your home when you are away?
Well, like I said earlier, I've just returned fully rested from a well-earned break.
Until I arrived home ...
'I've only had five of my close mates round', my eighteen year old son said innocently.
The first shock was a black line painted along the back of the white bijon frise.
Because the ink wouldn' wash off, Angel received a 3cm shave from the top of her head to her tail ... poor thing - she looked terrified - as if she knew she was having a bad hair day.
The pool table had been mysteriously be re-housed in the dining room
- from the garage ...?
The Dining table now lived in the lounge - surface badly scratched - from a team of lads playing poker. An antique ornament,chipped. Bags and bags of beer bottles. Bags and bags of rubbish. Piles and piles of towels. I could go on but it's getting boring.
And all of that denied, I'm wondering who could have carried out such things?
Any ideas - answers on a post-card - or in the comment box.
Then I remembered my daughter at 18 doing a similar thing, my eldest son and the second son...same....I love parties - but I'm really hoping that's the last mad one !
Jill
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