Wednesday 5th June

Breakfast this morning was sausage sandwiches for the teenagers, the youngest had his before setting off for another day of exams, and the eldest’s was left under the grill for her to have when she got up. Mrs P was back to work, and I was invigilating. After an uneventful morning session I returned home late morning to be greeted by the eldest telling me she was off out to her friends for lunch, and then a group of them were going on to another friend’s birthday meal at a restaurant this evening. I tell you this study leave is tough! And where does the money come from to pay for it all? Cinema trips, presents, meals, things Mrs P and I rarely get anywhere near are an everyday occurrence for today’s teenage girls.

The afternoon exam invigilation passed more quickly, though as it was Physics I didn’t bother to look at the paper, Physics never being one of my strong points. Though having said that this morning’s exam was Child Development (you may not have even known that there was such a GCSE), and I made the mistake of having a look at that paper. The first question was on the Menstrual Cycle, I never got to the second one.

Returning home I welcomed back the youngest from what was hopefully a successful day of exams, and set about preparing a risotto for tea. The youngest set to revising for tomorrow’s exam and then after tea set about playing on his xbox, claiming he had done sufficient revision for tomorrow already, taking into account the revision he did at school today. This has been a pattern repeated all this week, and I can’t say Mrs P and I are entirely comfortable with the level of xbox usage at this time, but he says he’s doing enough, and until we see the exam results we’re not going to know. We know he needs some time to relax, but does it have to be on his xbox? I suspect, as parents, we are not alone.

Having been invigilating this morning I deliver the weekly paper round this evening, on what is a beautiful warm summers evening. On my return home and having just sat down with a cup of tea, I get a text from the eldest asking if jay-le-taxi could pick her and some friends up from the restaurant. No problem as usual, but I do get to wondering what might happen in the near future if she does pass her driving test.

Yours still le-taxi, at least for the moment.

Jay