It’s very rare these two melt down at the same time, but when they do it is spectacular. Years ago they went for absolute melt down. Went on for hours. I tried everything. Eventually, just before midnight, I calmly walk past the debris, through the screaming, to the downstairs toilet, to where the fuse box is, and flicked the switch. Plunging the house into darkness. I kept saying to them that they were safe, that I was in charge, but that it all had to stop, the lights would not go on until they were quiet. They stopped screaming. I put the lights on. They tidied up. We all went to bed. (That’s the fuse box incident in a nut shell!!).