I am NOT tired!!

Home by 2 this afternoon, a lovely couple of days. Will got very angry about where he was going to eat his lunch after we got in (him: living room, me: kitchen) so refused to eat any of it, threw a pillow at me, shouted that he wasnt tired and threw himself in a big angry strop on the settee. Where he had now been for two hours with his feet at the oddest angle. And despite multiple reminders last night, including one from Daisy, I still got pinched and punched this morning. I might throw a big strop myself one month soon if I don't get better than this.