Taking back control


I know right, it's like just because you're a clever charming 7 year old bastard doesnt mean you can change the channel.  It is 8pm and it's school tomorrow, so I want to finish my coq au vin and watch the end of countryfile.  give me the fckng sky control.  no dont drink that it's not coke it's old pec!!! 

I keep wondering if I could cope with the adjustments required by this sort of thing (is it better to accept that I am an introvert curmudgeon and sybarite for as long as possible until I am too old and revolting for such things or should I try to test my soul's capacity for giving, indulgence, kindness?)


But if this is just a metaphor then never mind, five stars actually.