Category Archives: The Boy

Fun

I’m sure secondary school wasn’t this much fun when I was there.


We’re just looking at the moment, but it won’t be long before he’s there as well. Sometimes time seems to slip through my fingers like sand.

Oh, and yes, it is a nice haircut isn’t it.

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Surprisingly Lovely

The last time I went camping was 26 years ago (1991) and involved a ridiculous amount of alcohol and some really awesome heavy metal.  It was at Castle Donington for “Monsters of Rock” and I was 19. 

I’ve spent the intervening years claiming that I would never, ever go camping again. 

 I finally relented when a good friend, and mum of one of the Boy’s classmates, suggested that we go as a group with other mums and dads from the class and their children of various ages.  

I was very apprehensive, thinking I really wasn’t a camper, being a lover of all things warm, dry and comfy. 

Apart from being absolutely blooming freezing overnight, I had a complete blast. The company was fabulous, we did really very little other than sitting around a camp fire (and thank you to two Dads for keeping it going) and we were extremely lucky with the weather (a nasty downpour on Saturday evening but as we were coming home on Sunday it was all good).
That said, it really wasn’t about me, or the other parents.  It was about the Boy and his friends.  We barely saw them from dusk to dawn.  They came back for food, dry clothes (there was a river and a “marsh”) and to sleep when they absolutely had to.

The after effects were perhaps unsurprising…


why yes, I am posting this because I’ve barely seen my son for the last 48 hours…

First Day

Well you didn’t think I wouldn’t, did you?

Legs…

My lovely, long legged, clan.

Olympic

Not really embodying the Olympic ideals here. Well, not unless lazing around is an Olympic discipline.

Urban Youth

Double Slide

It’s not often they get to side simultaneously.  Kept them amused for ages.

Pudding 

He does love a good pudding, and we seem to be getting more and more successful (brave) in our choice of pudding venues. 

Cousins

Kitty

I think he’s glad they’re back…