Elbow grease

After breakfast, I took my son to the local café with his biology books so that he could do some revision without the distraction of his sisters.

After lunch, the girls and their friends decided to have a cooking competition. Three hours later the kitchen was a complete mess and there was nothing edible to eat. The kitchen was covered in red food dye.

My son and hubby were assembling bunk beds in my son's room. Hubby sent him to the local hardware store to buy a tin of wood glue and some elbow grease. He came back with the tenner he'd been given saying that the very smiley man behind the counter said that they can't sell glue to under 18s and that they don't stock elbow grease.

I didn't get my camera out until bedtime and when I went upstairs to give the girls a goodnight kiss, I found them playing cards.