Andrew blew his ribs

but he's still healthy enough. The ribs he blew were the treat he might otherwise have earned.

Yup, tonight his room had reverted to it's normal aspect; somewhere between petrie dish for bacterial growth and the perfect illustration of entropy.

Thus ensued a scene that was rather less ennobling than usual. Knowing that he had blown his ribs he chose to take the truculent route. A difficult situation for a step-dad. It came as no suprise that Mum was more on his side than mine...

But we agreed a long time ago that we'd resolve those conflicts of opinion out of the kids sight; and so it was tonight.

So now we're back to scratch. A good thing I'm a stubborn bastard!