This was Jamie a little earlier having some supper in his casual clothes.
The scene is in stark contrast to last night when, with Vanessa out on the razzle dazzle, I committed the cardinal error of presenting him with a bowl of spaghetti bolognese for tea - while he was still wearing his school uniform.
He left home in a fresh one this morning.
More frustrated by my own stupidly than by my son's pig-like qualities, I demanded to know why his clothes were so badly soiled.
"Because, I'm a messy eater," he purred back through a smirk.
As I say, all my fault.
