End in tears

I used to think my mum and dad had psychic powers. Us kids would be play-fighting, having a great time, and one of the precognitive parents would say "it'll end in tears, mind."

Right up to the point where one of us got hurt, I'd be thinking "what are you talking about? We're only having fun ... oh." And then they'd be proved right. Again.

When the morning bedlam reached this point, I made the same prediction to Matt and Andy.

I'm glad to say I was wrong.


EDIT: later on, we all went for a walk in Pressmennan Woods.