Pretty and not pretty

The house is full of flowers at the moment. For various reasons, they have all been gifts. Pretty.

When I got home late tonight, the house was full of even more boys than yesterday. An extra 7 were in the lounge alone, a couple were in the kitchen and the house was full of smelly football boots and trainers, discarded fleeces and hoodies, takeaway debris and a multitude of cups and glasses and plates. Not pretty.

The news is not pretty.