Been hauled off into the outside world again, o brothers. This time in the form of Son's year 6 teacher. In fact, we were hauled in to see him by appointment one morning - again.
Gad! That man's criminally handsome. Young, earnest, well-meaning. All bed-worthy stuff. He bats for the other team, a dinnerlady told me. But thats probably just a phase he's going through! I mean, he's only about thirty - what do you know at thirty -eh? He loves birds really. Especially experienced ones who are at least twenty years older!
I mean he goes on a bit. Talks a lot about that fancy book-learning and teaching and that. But bless him, he can talk about that for a while if he wants. I'll indulge him. Anyway, told Husband I was getting married to Son's teacher, and do you know, he just laughed. Said HE'd have more chance with him than I would. What does he mean?
Anyway, Son is not doing the work. He has a high ability but mucks about. I start gazing at Sir's hairy chest poking through his shirt. Does he know how many times I've heard this? From year One , was it? I can't come in and do the learning for him, love.
And a girls mother had phoned and complained to him that Son and his mates' made her daughter "uncomfortable" because they'were talking about Grand Theft Auto and other X box games and that. This was allegedlly in the playground. Well, I had no time for that shit! Can the silly cow not walk away then? Wanted attention from her career mother , did she? What a load of old shit.
er - thats it. Lunch is ready