Family Values...

It is Sunday and we are visiting the Missus' family in leafy Barnes for an afternoon feed.

We arrive at the house and I knock on the door, which prompts a several-minute critique from the Missus on why I should have used the doorbell rather than the knocker.

Fortunately such ridiculous witterings are nothing new. In the past the Missus has also criticised me for breathing too loudly. And the fact the Boy now often adds his twopennethworth as well has pretty much made me immune to their verbal nonsense.

So we are sat down eating and my father-in-law mentions the fact that's he's often bullied in his house so I offer my version of the earlier events.
'I actually got criticised for knocking on your front door rather than using the doorbell this morning.'
'I know exactly how you feel. But it's even worse for me. I live with two grumpy women.'

I turn to the Boy who is sat at my right and look at him before commenting:
'So do I...'

The Boy tells me to go away. And not politely...