Maybe it’s the five days of heavy drugs and misery that makes me really short tempered but I am furious that Ironman is gone.

I asked Jonathan when I noticed that Ironman is missing…”Where is Ironman?”

Jonathan replied after a lot of pushing ” He has gone out the window”.

“Why did you throw him out the window?” I asked controlling my temper

Jonathan innocently said “He needs to go home”..”to get some energy”.

This is the second time he ‘lost’ the Ironman and I don’t think this time, there will be a replacement.

I wonder if I should be more worried if someone downstairs was hit by Ironman or my son’s wierd sense of humour.