Why? Why would I go upstairs (where all the boys live)? Why would I go upstairs before 9 in the morning? Before fully caffeinated!?
I have no idea. Genuinely do not remember why I went up, but I know why I came back down.
It is shameful up there. Really. Truly. Bad. Rather... it was.
Today, at V Academy was a life lesson day. Hours of practical application home economics.