Boys. They were so hopeless sometimes. The microwave incident was not surprising. Catching the pack she pulled out one of the cigarettes. It was long and thin and she rolled it between her fingers before lighting it. "I don't think you make tea in the microwave anyway" she pointed out with a smirk, which turned into more of a quivering lip as she tried to explain what had happened.

"I made an idiot out of myself. I definitely almost gave dad a heart attack, I offended some important people and I ruined my mother's antique side table" she blurted out. "That's not even all of it. I thought families were not supposed to argue until Christmas day."