When I showed my girls my latest car number plate photos, they rolled their eyes for about ten minutes and then told me I was very purile. Well, it’s probably true, but as I pointed out, it does keep me occupied on the school run, which is much longer since we moved last year. Anyway, …
Just when you think you’ve got your children settled at school and you can forget all that application/interview/exam nonsense … they turn 16 and decide, off their own bats, to start the whole blimmin process off again. Or that’s what Child One is doing. On one hand, I applaud her industry, researching, downloading, filling in …
Living with teenagers is like being in a permanent hostage situation. There is a constant stand-off between the terrorist (teenager) and hapless negotiator (parent). There is a perpetual threat of violence in the air or, if not actual violence (my girls are lovely girls!) then at least of outbreaks of major door slamming and a teenage …
I’m a bit worried about sex. Not for myself, you understand – though I did get a dirty tweet today on Twitter, yikes – but for Child One. Since arriving in the UK three years ago, she has ‘done’ sex as part of the national curriculum every year. Presumably every time, this is er, gone …