Earlier this week I wrote about 'the light at the end of the tunnel generally being the train that's about to knock you down'. Well, Hubby and I can now consider ourselves 'knocked down'. Yesterday, for the second time this year, our 19 year old niece, after a series of arguments with her mother, was told to leave the house. Needless to say, it was our doorstep that said niece turned up on. Families?