Saturday, 21 January 2012
"I promise I'll do it later, Grandma," he said. I've seen what happens there before. "Yes, I really, really will."
I felt up my sleeve. Yes, there were some cards still up there. He forgets I had three boys, all of whom were thirteen at some stage and all of whom seem to have survived. "Andrew, you wouldn't perhaps be arguing with me, would you?"
Visions of his iPod or his new adult sized expensive bike being removed for a few days floated through his mind. "I'm very sorry, I apologise." He wasn't happy, but he did apologise and did as I had asked so I said no more.
It's been tiring and I'm glad there's just one full week left. His school goes back on the Monday and his susters' on the Wednesday.
Tomorrow I collect his cousin who is eleven. She'll be here most of the week. I don't anticipate problems with that.
It has meant I'm tired when I get home so I haven't been on the computer much at all. Nor have I done much, although a sock has been faithfully accompanying me out there and back. It has hardly left my bag.