In my previous blog I accused my son of thieving one of his Xmas pressies.
It turns out that my bloke, for reasons best known to himself, moved the fricking thing and couldn't be bothered to tell me.
There I was planning all sorts of punishments ranging from grounding all the way up to flogging (bit harsh I suppose but I was annoyed at the thought of him ransacking my room), just to find out that he was innocent of the crime.
I'm so glad he walked in ten minutes before my son did.
At least I don't have to apologise to my son as I would never hear the end of it.
I jumped to conclusions about the spotty oik and now I feel bad.
SSoooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Chrissie pressie will be renewed.