Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Tuesday 4th June

Once again its breakfast for three this morning as the eldest isn’t in school this week. I feed the youngest a bacon sandwich and send him on his way with fingers crossed for his exams today. I leave the eldest a bacon sandwich under the grill and Mrs P who is having a day’s holiday, awaiting her arising, and I set off for some invigilation. It’s a beautiful day and I do feel guilty getting a hundred girls in off the playground in the sunshine, to sit a 2¼ hour exam in the sports hall. The time to be honest passed slowly but pass it did, and I got home to find the girls had gone out to enjoy the weather.

Halfway through my lunch they returned. I had had prior notice by text from the eldest to make them cups of tea, which I had done. We finished lunch together then I departed for more invigilation and the eldest went for a driving lesson. It was a short exam this afternoon and on my return Mrs P and I sallied forth to the carpet shop to finally place an order. Now when I think back to starting decorating the lounge in March, I didn’t expect to take this long to get to the end, but finally the end is in sight. They’re coming to measure up and scare us with a price on Friday. So far neither Mrs P nor I have wobbled in our commitment to the colour scheme, in her case I think she just wants it finished. In some ways I like the old carpet, a case in point being when I spilt coffee on myself today, the eldest asked, “Did it go on the carpet?” To which I could reply, “It doesn’t really matter.”

Later on I get to take the eldest out driving again. Her test is rapidly approaching, and apart from a questionable stall in the middle of the road, our outing went well. Halfway through the evening she announces she’s off to the cinema with a boy/friend, to use the current jargon, and could she have a lift and could we pick him up on the way. Jay-le-taxi was pressed into service, and was also asked to return at 11.15pm to pick them up. I just wonder will Mrs P and I be happier when she can drive herself, or will we be more worried because we don’t know how she’s getting on, and when she’ll be in. On balance at the moment I’d rather jay-le-taxi was in service.

Yours dealing with the eldest growing up.

Jay

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