As the Holland nest slowly empties, a traumatised Mr and Mrs Holland are finally able to take stock and audit the damage inflicted on our house by our four boisterous boys. It has fared badly. There are chips and dents everywhere. Door frames and any timber fittings are all bruised. The walls haven’t escaped either, assaulted by golf balls, cricket bats and possibly even an occasional cranium.
Not on a scale of a ravaged war-torn city that we see on news bulletins, but you get my point. Our house has been under assault for almost two decades and is now in dire need of some love.
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