I’m trying to navigate the ridiculously complicated system in order to book an online parents’ evening – with 14 different teachers: ME: (Shouting downstairs) GET UP HERE NOW AND TELL ME WHO YOUR TEACHERS ARE! THE BOOKING SYSTEM OPENS IN 30 SECONDS! SON: (Calling back) Why are you on time for this? You’re never on […]
Lycra, Leather and the Locals
A mother and her 13 yr old daughter, Holmfirth Cafe on a Sunny Sunday HER: “Mum, why is Holmfirth always chocca-ful of middle-aged blokes on bikes in leather ..? Or blokes on bikes in lycra? It’s so embarrassing.” ME: “You know why. Good biking routes – whether you’ve got a big engine or … or […]
Video (didn’t kill) the Radio Star
A few years ago, I came off the phone and was met with the comment of, “Good Grief, you and your mum can talk when you get going – what was that? Two hours?” “Actually, it wasn’t my mum,” I replied. “It was Trevor Baylis.” A short pause in the conversation. And then; “What? Trevor […]
Maturity. Plus heroin and bad hair.
Part 2… Feedback from my previous post about conversations with my daughter were all quite positive, but someone noted, “don’t you ever talk to your son then?” Certainly, I do. Well, I try to. But he’s going through a phase at the moment where, whatever I say to him, is met with the response of; […]
The Grown-up Chats – Part 1
I don’t know anyone who has enjoyed this year. For a variety of reasons. But during the last week, I realised that one thing that I have truly benefitted from myself, over the last 12 months is the wisdom and insight of my (now) fledgling teenager. Yes – I’m a firm believer in ignoring the […]
The Contest of Conversation
Regular readers might have already picked up that my 9-year-old is a lad of few words. Certainly, when compared to his 13-year-old sister and to his mother, he is. But as he gets older, I am noticing that the few words that he can be bothered to chuck out in our general direction, are always […]
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