Sixteen

I didn’t blog over the weekend for two reasons. The first is simple, the computer is in Ben’s room and him being in it makes it smell of dirty socks. The second reason is because there was a really weird feeling in the house over the weekend and I’ve been trying to work it out.
It wasn’t rows, exactly.
More of a prickly-around-the-edges feeling. Like snuggling up to a hedgehog.
It mostly came from Dawn and Mum. They were really polite to each other, REALLY polite. It was all, ‘Would you mind if I...’ and ‘No bother at all.’ Usually, they do what they like and just get on with it. It was really weird.
Next weekend I am going to watch-them-like-a-hawk and see if I can work it out.