Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

It's been a pretty full on half term. An endless stream of teens spilling out of the guest room most mornings. They have been without exception perfectly mannered. Appreciative, chatty, happy to be photographed and for the most part tidy. My boy excluded. There is a strange greyish green footprint on the guest room wall. I am going to wait until tomorrow to fully investigate. I am worn out from all their late nights.

I think the boy needs to learn a bit about pacing himself. He's been out almost every night and is looking a bit grey around the gills. I decided to zen on the lecture tonight. I will get to that tomorrow as well.