Our lad blasts me, finding me fooling around: “What are you doing? You should be working!” It’s 6.30 in the evening. “Yeah, but… you never finish work this early. Stop messing around.”
Yep, I’m being told off by a teenager, who’s not in the mood. And me? Well, I guess it’s role reversal, because this evening I just can’t be bothered to do anything. Actually, I have a splitting headache. Send me to bed, son!
Last modified: 13 December 2022
