Lighthearted (I love him).
My beloved son is home from Uni he is living here and he’s a lovely lovely boy, he’s 19 and will be going in Sep to flat share with his GF.
But OMG he’s developed some really fucking annoying habits.
Fine get up at 1pm, but please stop hoarding all the glasses in your room, there are only two of us here and there are no glasses, the tea towels/towel just need to be folded and placed on the radiator, not shoved down the back, how are you drinking 4 pints of milk day and not mentioning we are out of that (and bread) - when I work next door to a fucking huge Tesco and how, as a skint student has he managed to develop extraordinarily expensive taste in bloody food?!
Breathe.