The day started like this:
After months of swimming in brown sludge, the fish nearly die of shock as they realise they can finally see out of the tank. And yes, that fish really is floating upside down. See, even the fish in our house are weird.

Then this...Dd cleans the killer mould off her window with someone's (not mine!) toothbrush:

Then this...mother buys intellectual books at library to put on shelf so visitors think we do stuff other than watch repeats of
The Simpsons all day:

Then this...Ds1 demonstrates his unnerving interest in weaponry:

And war:
Then this...Ds2 sees how long it takes before mother regrets buying him a lethal form of transport for Christmas:

Then this...Dd torments budgies at local park:

And then this...van breaks down and I'm left with these:

And this reading material (which is no help whatsoever):

And this: A very short introduction to Literary theory. Trust me. It's not short enough, even when read by torchlight in a broken down van.