The Filthy Devils

Daisy Turnip writes.....

A very close friend of mine is, shall we say, incredibly house proud.

Her dog stops at the back door and automatically lifts up each paw, ready to have them wiped before he’s allowed to proceed into the kitchen! It’s really quite impressive to watch!

Last summer her son went on a sleep over, staying with a family my friend didn’t know too well. They dropped off said son and then went out for dinner. Not long after they’d arrived at the restaurant, said son sent a text, asking for his Mom to give him a call. She did so, and he wouldn’t say much, just monosyllabic responses to Mom’s questions, but confirming he was fine. She finally asked if he wanted to come home, which he promptly replied with a firm ‘Yes’. They had already ordered their meal so he was informed they would be there, to pick him up ASAP.

Every 10 minutes or so, Mom kept receiving a text, asking how much longer they were going to be. In the end Mom became very worried re her Son’s most unusual behaviour and they left the restaurant, meal half eaten.

They arrived at the house of the sleep over and a panic stricken lad came rushing out and jumped into the car. By this point friend / Mom was very worried and beginning to panic, ‘What’s gone on, what’s the matter, are you ok?’ she asked in desperation and fear.

He was silent for a while. Dad asked the same question.

Son took a deep breath and said, ‘I just couldn’t stay there Mom, there was dust on the skirting board in the bathroom’.

I’m just amazed that they all come and stay at my house! : )