DS (not to be outdone by all your high maintenance teen girls) had his own little drama performance today. He had a row over absolutely nothing with DH at lunchtime, and in a big sulk refused a lift to his mate's house while we took the DDs swimming in the afternoon. So off we went and had a lovely time without him, and just as it was going dark we had a phonecall from him to say that he had taken DH's bike and was en route to said mate's house, via a previously unexplored, near-vertical and very muddy track through the woods. Only five miles or so, but quite treacherous, and he had no lights. There followed an hour and a half of radio silence, where I imagined vivid scenes of him wrapped around a tree, lying under a car, or mugged and murdered in the dark. Anyway, he eventually turned up at his mate's house, caked in mud, with a flat tyre and even flatter phone battery, and we were able to pick him up on our way home. Tomorrow we have to go back for the bike. And all this because he had a sulk.