DH has man flu. He will not drink Paris tap water, ho no. It has to be bottled for him. Asked DD1 to go to supermarket for him to get case of water and a couple of bottles of Coke. She forgot the Coke. He asked me to go and get it "because I'm not weeeeellllll". I said fresh air would do him good, so he went out all huffy and door bangy, shouting at me for letting cats into sitting room (they are not allowed as they claw furniture), although he let them into the room in the first place. I shut door behind yowling cats and mewing DH, and bashed Schadenkitten's head on the door as she tried to get back in. Cue more shouting from DH about poor concussed kitten.
In the meantime, DD1 has looked at her grades for this term online. She has a B- for English (she is usually good at English, so sees this as major fail), then sees that she has a D in science. So screaming and wailing and cries of "I'll never get a puppy now", more ranting about how she hates school, is crap at everything and doesn't see the point of it. Lots of shrieking and throwing herself about. Oh and "Don't tell Daddy about the D for science". I said, I thought Daddy had probably heard, as indeed he had.
DD2 (still with me?) had an early night with a nice nurofen as her temp was a bit up, and I wondered if she was getting what I've got. She woke up in all this and is miserable because she is hot and headachy and hasn't done her homework. Too late now, say I, and go back to film, closing door firmly behind me.