broken_window gja And then when she called to tell me, sometime afterward I gather, we laughed. We wondered if it would be the first of many. She told me she'd been cross. It was different for me when I came home. The mess was gone. The deed was done. I asked the young man in the bath how his day had been. The windows broken he said. But we've learnt a lesson he said. Oh and whats that lesson I asked. That broken glass is sharp and dangerous. He laid back, further, in the bath. No mention of the thrown torch. No mention of the pending repair. Thats how it is when you are a young man. No regrets - just finding out what hurts. 071010 what's it to you? who go blather from