We decided to evict our teenaged son… from the TV room. It had only recently occurred to me that he’d completely conquered the place. It was full of chip packets and Xbox discs. It was… not nice.
He’d been sitting with his feet up on the furniture, the way they do, and had pretty much destroyed my white leather couch.
I can’t remember exactly why I decided to toss him out, but all the teens both resident and visiting, have now been banished to the concrete slab under the house - the natural habitat of the Queensland teen. I’m happy to stick a cheap second TV down there, and the Xbox has already migrated. A sacrifice I was willing to make. It’s not like I have time any more to invest in gaming.
Instead, we bought a couple of really comfy arm chairs and a little table on which I intend to rest my martini while watching the next episode of Ted Lasso.
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