Teenagers are a strange breed. Creatures of habit, room dwellers, cupboard scavengers, door slamming mumblers. They like to sleep for copious amounts of time but also possess the ability to become nocturnal socialisers. They fridge forage and either avoid the bathroom at all costs or consume it for seemingly every waking minute… there is no in-between.
They are hoarders of cups, bowls and spoons and are inseparable from their mobile devices.
They can make a meal from a single food item and are masters of ensuring a chocolate spread jar is scraped free of every last smear with the most admirable precision.
I remember teenage-hood well. Years filled with angst and thoughts of boys, music and aspirations of what I would be. I remember…