And things were going so well... Idiot boy M has probably put my recovery back by at least a week tonight. first off I came home to a complete mess left by both of them, and a LOT of food been eaten. Biscuits, sweets and some of D's snackajacks. B cleaned it up, M had just left it. He eventually came home with the wrong attitude, trying to pass blame on to B, giving it the usual "what you gonna do" attitude. This is where my buttons started being pushed.
Now, both of them had to stay in to see the police over a smashed window - ours, not something they'd done. Turns out they never came after all, but M decided he had better things to do than help up out and wanted to out. Start the fight. I called him selfish, then screamed it at him - it was either that or I would have smacked him.
Then he apparently told his mum that he really hates me. When D told me this afterwards I said "the feeling's mutual". Bastard.