It doesn’t take a genius to work out when Zachary Thomas is in a mood. An amber alert might as well be sent to everyone in the local vicinity because he doesn’t calm down for anyone. It’s like he’s the thunder and we’re the tornado, drawn to him and he’s determined to crush everything in his wake.
I’ve just about had enough of it when he slams down the last item from inside the shed we have been clearing out the last few days onto the snowy ground. The chair he has carried out snaps, the front two legs crumple onto the floor and the chair swings and falls onto the ground as limp and dramatic as anything. I’m not sure what to make out of this. It’s either a sign of Zachary’s strength or the ageing of the chair. Either way, a perfectly usable chair is now in pieces on the ground all becaus
