Sunday.. family days!

When I was a kid, Sundays were for quiet times, whatever happened?
With no-one else but ourselves in the house, Harry and I decided to go for a walk along the Hard and take some pics as a reference for my painting later on. Oh the bliss of a quiet walk along the shoreline. Yatchs skimming into the sights, blue skies, sea birds, children, the occasional dog in the water... perfect.
I was expecting my daughter home and my son, who she had been staying with for the weekend, to stay for dinner with his wife.. and we were back in plenty of time. Ok so far.
Roast dinner cooked and son seated in front of box to watch the Grand Prix while the rest of us sit at the table... no probs.. My mistake?
I asked him about the damp patch in the cupboard under the stairs... you know, the one where the slug dined... Silly, stupid me..
So he's 30, has completely refurbished his own house and built an extension.. I have faith in him, OK ?
So why do I have a skirting board missing and bare bricks showing and instructions to drill holes in impossible places. He wasn't able to remove the kick board under the kitchen units or I cannot imagine what I might find..
'It's just condensation Mum, see there's only dry brick dust under here.'
I suppose I must be thankful that I can spend the money we have saved, on badly needed fitted carpets rather than builders. So I smiled and said awww thanks son.
Well, that was nothing to the flash of turmoil he caused with his sister.
'Have you seen my phone Mum?'
'No, you had it last time I saw it.'
Well actually no, she had shown it to her brother who had cleverly failed to give it back. To cut the story short, after searching the house she came downstairs to hear her bro on her phone saying .
'Actually mate, shes bored with you and is staying a bit longer at our place, so she won't be seeing you tonight....'
It was one of those occasions when you needed an instant camera... Scott falling about in hysterics and saying, complete with perfect demonstrative mime
'I heard your heart hit the floor.'
Daughter is now at almost screaming pitch with panic... and the rest of us trying so hard not to get involved... oooooh!
As we waved my son and daughter-in-law goodbye...' I'll get you back!' wails from behind me.. I know she will... I could publish a book on the tricks they have played on each other, and me, over the years... Bless. Ahh, the wonderful joy of sharing in a family Sunday.