Heeeeere's Jamie!

Jamie used to kick holes in his bedroom wall.  We are not sure why. At one point, a few months ago, there were holes in the wall, pieces of plaster everywhere, the bed was broken, the curtain rail and curtains were in a pile in the corner of the room, and there was so much mess on the floor that you could not see the carpet.  It was like a crack den.

So, we got a man in. A real man that is, one who can do handyman stuff, unlike me (my father-in-law as it happens), and had the walls reinforced with wood panelling.

Since we had the walls reinforced, Jamie can no longer kick holes in them, so he kicked a hole in his bedroom door instead.  It took him ages to do it; you have to admire his dedication - it was like a cross between The Shawshank Redemption and The Shining.

I think he regrets it now, because it means we can spy on him in his bedroom, from the corridor.  The other day we were sat outside watching him play with his Toy Story figures.  Jessie was in a lot of trouble, which involved screaming, then Buzz and Woody rescued her, I think, or possibly murdered her - it's impossible to be certain.  Anyway, the point is we are normally forced to leave the room when he is playing, but now he cannot stop us watching.

So, I don't mind the hole too much.  One thing does trouble me though, and that is the discovery that the insides of our internal doors seem to be made of cardboard.