Over lunch yesterday, I had a conversation with my son about the domestic issues he has with his two stepsons. One is at uni, but seems to come home regularly trailing large amounts of "stuff" relating to his course, which clutters up every conceivable space. They are seemingly both incapable of finding and loading the dishwasher, or of picking anything up. It drives him to distraction. Before he married their mum, he led a very ordered life - boarding school, a couple of college years when he lived at home, and then the RAF. While he as at home, he was always very tidy. I could only offer that his sister, in her early teens (horrendous) was exactly the same as his boys are now - I don't think I was allowed into her room until she left to go to uni. It was like opening an undiscovered tomb, except that, unlike Howard Carter, I couldn't say that it was "full of wonderful things" ?!