Jenny gathered all of the hedge clippings in the bed sheets, and whipped them over her shoulder. Humming slightly to the sound of the wind dancing behind her, she stuffed all of the pegs into the outside washing basket, cursing happily when one bounced to the ground.

Today was a good day, she figured, and with the promise of her lovely man coming back home with her 'Ags', tonight would be a good night too.

She could see Geoffrey Hemmings (she somehow always thought of him with both of his names) taking all of his four dogs for a walk.

His toupee. Hilarious.

Geoffrey Hemmings was infamous in all of the neighbourhood for having the worst kept wig in the history of Hollow Valley.

Time to pick the Monster up.

Thanking her lucky stars she didn't have Aggie as well to worry about and drag to Clarinet practice (although she did feel some grand pride when she saw mini-her bounding up the steps with her long bushy hair scraped into a 'casual, messy but still pretty' ponytail.)

The rest of the day passed with Ed playing soccer outside, yelling whenever he missed, and whenever he didn't dancing around. Although Jenny knew what was coming next; her dear son would soon become the managers, and pick up random yard clippings to use as cigarettes.

Sure enough, "YOU STUPID MAN, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! GOD SAKE… NO! NO! YOU GO AROUND HIM!"

I let him watch too much TV.

If it was one thing, thought Jenny, it was another. Ed would either be mad as a hatter with acid up his nose, or the most quiet child without a games console imaginable.

"Are you in for tea tomorrow?" said Jenny, chirping her way through the dishes. "Because I'm picking dad up at the airport. I can leave you Spaghetti Bolegnaise from tonight for if your peckish."

He's such a good kid. I'll give him three meatballs, and maybe some apple pie in the oven.

"Yeah, please mum- hey mum! Get out of the way! He's trying to score! God sake mum, what you doing with your liiiiiiife?"

Stupid Goddamn kids. No ice cream. Humph.

"Ouch ouch ouch!" slapping her knee with her good hand, Jenny leapt to the counter tops.

"What is it, striker? Yellow card, you saw that! Ref, ref? Idiot."

"Eddison, get me a towel, I've cut off part of my finger!"

And then black.