This morning, I had an encounter with with Mr. Willson next door. He expressed frustration over his granddaughter having left a mess in his basement again. He had found her sleeping on the floor surrounded by candle wax and chalk. Although he had made his granddaughter clean the room all morning, it still had a lingering stench of sulphur. Children nowadays can’t even clean properly.
Spoiled brats, the lot of them.