The Neverending Bedtime

It went on forever....

Small people calling from the top of the stairs with an endlessly updated list of requests to be met.

Then the screaming, pleading, screaming, groaning, thumping of floors, slamming of doors. More screaming - decreasing in volume. Bit of wailing. A couple of sobs.

A sneaky fag in the garden and now silence. I wish I had a shed.