Well, readers, the pain seems to have lessened slightly. Only one boy got into the grammar school out of Son's pals. And he's fat and shit at football - so it could have been a lot worse.
The smug overbearing parents who assumed their daughters would get a place there, turned up at school wearing dark glasses. Only felt sorry for them, didn't I! Me being as soft as shite and everything. But I have been through their pain - twice! Assuming my own daughter would get there.
Some parents didn't get their children into the school Son is going to. They've been offered some notorious rough place near Richmond. And I read how a lot of parents aren't getting their first choice. So this could have been so much worse. And at least he's with his mates - and a lot of grammar school also-rans. He will take refuge with them - and the football team.
Son got his heartbreak present of an x-box game and I'm getting mine tomorrow. Want a ring - a cheap one - to remind me of this significant and painful era. And that all this bloody shit is finally over!
Going to get a heartbreak service wash done now. Thank you all for your support.
2 comments:
Oh laydee, you've a great big beating heart oh yes as you stand with your experience watching the glam mums with their sunglasses on. I hope your boy will be well happy. I'm sure he will, I'm sure he will..!
You doing the wash? Me doing the laundry! Ok, maybe not, a girl needs a break to go bloggin'!! Take care mamma xxx
Rise above those jumped-up families with their children at the grammar schools. You revel in the fact that your son will do just fine where he is going - and will probably shine just as well.
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