Blame the boy

Quite an uneventful day for me today. Cleaned the house, fitted the new loo seat, took the boy and his mates to the pub, went swimming, had a Chinese at my mum and dads, came home then bed.

It wasn't until 2am that it got eventful. I heard the boys returned home but twenty minutes on 'the' boy hadn't come to bed. I went to investigate to find him on his back on the sofa. After checking he was breathing I decided to leave him there as his snoring is unbearable after too much beer. 2 hours later I heard a few bangs and a shout. The 'boy' had fallen from the top of the stairs down to the bottom cutting his head and grazing his face. I picked him up and got him to bed. He happily fell to sleep while I pondered on whether to check the NHS website, or get him in the car and take him A&E, or whether he would still be alive in the morning and if not would I be a suspect for domestic violence! Needless to say the boy needs to grovel once he is better. Silly boy!

I asked the boy to get me a picture for my blip as my day had been so dull. This is as good as it got, apparently they were playing a question of sport!