Giving the finger

Tensions are running high at the moment.  
Our holidays started yesterday evening but my nerves are still on edge.  
Things are kicking off in Northern Ireland, which worries me. 
Emma burst in with Paco this evening, threw a white chocolate kit kat and a pack of Haribo at Mu and said that everyone was an arsehole.  Josette and Françoise are at each other's throats.
Mu and I patched up bobby's elbow, made him scrambled eggs in front of the fire and set him up with a glass of wine and a film. 
Going home, I thought the evening would bring a bit of solace but even the plane trees either side of petit pied were being aggressive. Ouf