Facing up to reality

My first comment, as I staggered down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, led to an awkward silence and a realisation that Ottawacker Jr. hadn't gone to school as it was a teachers' professional development day. (It was "looks like we have a Peeping Tom" in case you are interested). Actually, what had happened the previous evening, with La JG is that I had drunk too much and tried to carry the candles back in while the wax was still runny. I had, of course, dropped them and they had left an explosion of wax all over the steps and all over the window. Mea culpa...