Parker is building his workbench in my newly refurbished after the flood living room.
You can see the tools and sharp metal bits on my shiny new red leather couch. The workbench rests precariously on edge the new coffee table unencumbered by a protective sheet to avoid scratches.
He managed to catch the the legs he was attaching before they crashed in to my contemporary ornamental fireplace. I wondered what the loud noises and swearing was about.
I returned from the kitchen to the newly appropriated Shed space to ask if he would like a cup of tea and see how if he was ok. I had not long since removed the paint from the couch where he had sat at the weekend with his work clothes on. I was far too flabbergasted to nag.
Are flare ups related to stressful situations or am I just a bit picky?