Families

Families are strange things. I don't know too much about them but when something goes wrong I suddenly feel I ought to. Like if the oldest sibling of a family has had a late night and is over tired and the youngest sibling is annoyed that there's no hot water but has had all day to have a shower, who knows what fireworks could erupt?
Maybe in this situation the mum is incredibly tired too after a very early morning start and an afternoon of hard graft in Mile Cross gardens. She doesn't have any answers and none of the words she uses are of any use. So it ends up that one child stomps off to work at Waitrose without make up on and the other is still locked in the bathroom.
Fun and games.