I asked Younger Son to build barricades for the two entrances to the back yard. Now George can go out there if he wants to wee or lie in the sun but he's not allowed in the garden proper unless someone is with him. All the time.
George is not impressed. I said, 'It's your own fault.'
He muttered something under his breath.
I said, 'If you can't be trusted you have to stay in the back yard.'
'Back yard? Prison yard, more like.'x