Picked son up from school at midday – all AS exams finished now. He drove his new (Ferrari-style) Fiat Punto to Guildford – me in passenger seat giving him helpful tips (back seat driving). Not a bad driver apart from one near death experience at roundabout. After lunch he surprised me with a wonderful bunch of flowers that he had bought on impulse at a market stall. Then had his hair cut shorter, looks wonderful. He walked the dogs for me when we got home. He gave me an enormous hug. Then there was a smell. Very pervasive. Eyewateringly pungent. Went to his bedroom and…. the little bugger has only spraypainted his ceiling with this snappy little motif: