Shoelace and I went to a gig last night: Fun Lovin’ Criminals at the Forum in Kentish Town, which was a lot of fun.
“Make some noise!” the support act shouted from the stage.
No one’s ever needed to say that in our house.
It’s always got plenty of noise, thank you very much. Too much noise, if anything.
Arguments over phone chargers, constant battles as Shoelace and I try to convince the kids to help out a little bit around the house. Various questions (“Are you nearly ready?” is a common one) and bits of information exchanged loudly between rooms. My ears are ringing just thinking about it.
And then there’s the perennial debate about leaving all mobile phones and tablets in a bowl on the landing. Yeah, good luck with that one.
Yes, it’s noisy, a little chaotic at times, and can range from spotlessly clean and tidy to looking like a bomb’s gone off in a firework factory.
But, somehow, amid the busy comings and goings, the endless tasks that need doing and, yes, the noise, it seems to work, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
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