Oh my God – for those who remember my rant about my useless son. I had to have a talk with him today. It was building up inside me. I told him it wasn’t that he failed his year that I was so cross about, it was his complete apathy. The ‘I don’t know/I’ll do it later/I’ll check my email’ and I asked him if he’d feel any less frustrated if it were his child. He shook his head. So it emerges he’s passed three (I think) exams, but he failed both the maths ones. So I pointed out that if he was resitting, shouldn’t he be studying? August is but weeks away after all! He can’t study. Guess why? Go on, guess…
HE HASN’T GOT THE TEXTBOOKS. He hasn’t got… the bloody textbooks. Why? Because they were – and I quote – too expensive. Some were £60…
Yes, all you parents out there, no – scratch that, you don’t need to be a parent, just possess a modicum of common sense – my first sentiment was to ask ‘How much do you spend on a night out’. Which was met with a surly ‘I don’t know!’ Taking into account pre-going out drinks, and now pubs are open late, not like ‘when I were a lass’ and you were chucked out on your a**e by half 11. I then pointed out that – shock horror – that’s what his grant was actually for! Expensive textbooks! Not his bloody social life.
So, to cut an already long story short… guess who has just been landed a very large bill for 4 of the five (secondhand) textbooks from Amazon this morning? He could go and whistle for the fifth one, which was over £60 second hand! Guess who is NOT a happy ******* bunny. I haven’t wanted a drink during this diet, and now all I can think about is the two bottles of birthday Prosecco and Cava that have been chilling in my fridge since May. And how good it would feel hitting him over the head with one.
Fin.