Tuesday 26th Feb

Bright start to the day and not too sore after last night’s football, which was a pleasant surprise. Just as the youngest was about to go out of the door to school, he asked if we’d signed the form he’d brought home the previous evening, giving consent for him to go to a school sports tournament this weekend, for which he’ll be away two nights and we had been given no advance notice of by him. The letter asked for replies and cheques by the end of the week I told him, though granted this did seem short notice for the school. He then tells me he needs it back in today! Why couldn’t he have told us this when he brought the note home yesterday I asked? As I sought out a chequebook, as everything costs these days. I put it down to the teenagers’ believe that if they use telepathy you will understand, and that they can’t be expected to actually tell you what is going on.

Likewise the eldest is on a run of rehearsals for a school show at the moment, but rather than put the details on the calendar, we have to interrogate her over breakfast as to when she’ll be home from school, if a lift is required, and anything else that might be happening, school, social or otherwise.

Popped out in the evening to pick up a wallpaper steamer from a mate, and managed to get lost, in the dark in a less than salubrious part of town. My fault as I was driving on automatic pilot, and when I realised I was going the wrong way, instead of turning back and going the way I knew, I tried to cut across in the general direction. I got there eventually, though I suspect if I’d had a sat-nav (women’s voice instructing me), or Mrs P with me I might not have done the bloke thing of thinking I knew best and guessing. Wrongly as it turned out.

Yours really not telepathic

Jay