Blurred photo whilst attempting to capture lesser-spotted teenagers. They were eventually persuaded to leave their rooms for food, but, possibly fearing a trap, left hurriedly. I have taken to pretending the kitchen bin is a Star Wars droid, that loves eating the wasted food I bothered making. What’s that R69? No it’s OK. I’ll fucking tidy up again. Maybe the Marie Celeste was crewed by teenagers… who, having discovered there were no Mr Freeze ice pops or Pot Noodles, abandoned ship hoping to row to a nearby corner shop…