“I have something for you mum” are words that every parent knows are laced with a few meanings.
The first is innocent and lovely, probably a little handful of daisies or a hug.
The second, however, is something unwanted, sinister and must be approached with extreme caution and cynicism.
“Oh yes?” comes my reply (raised eyebrow). I am the master after years of being tricked, poker face is on and braced for impact,
And there they are in my hand, a scrunched up pile of months and months of school letters, casually handed over without a single drop of sweat shed.
Months of letters.
Suppose it could have been a slug or a dead spider.
Organised? I laugh in the face of organised and bring you morning anarchy!
Can’t be shown, won’t be shown. Has to learn it himself. Can’t think who on earth he gets that from.
It’s that time of year when Millie brings home her exercise books to be covered for the year.
I’ll leave you with Millie on this one…