so far so so-so

Duvet darkness...

Big, fat dark-drops bursting like exquisite meringues...

On your tongue...

Kids (apparently anyone under 60) who were meant to be in bed last night, found it impossible to stop leaving messages of condolences to each other, wreathed in roses and hearts...

This will probably continue for a while, until they have established as firmly as they possibly can (which isn't very firmly at all) that Michael Jackson :

A : Wasn't pregnant to Madonna

The breast-beaters nearly brought Google to it's knees last night...

Great showman; great songs; great dancing...

Total loop though...

Blame it on the buggy...

I nearly learned the harmony to 'The Man in the Mirror' once, and when I told the kids they asked 'Mike who ?'...

Now they're inconsolable (but still put up a fight when asked to visit their gran in hospital)...

Hells Bells, that went quick...

One minute we were shaking Firstborn into his first 'proper' pair of trousers (literally putting them on over his feet then picking him up by the waistband and jigging about until the waistband was up under his chin)...

The next minute he was in his leaver's assembly in a pair of kecks which inside leg measurement exceeds my height with 4" heels on (me not him that is, I phrased that badly)...

The meeting went really well and will be 'Deafstarred' in due course...

I was going to go in all guns blazing, but at the end of the day bearing in mind that shit does happen, chose to talk things through and crack on...

There is much to look forward to...

Of course not all of it will come to pass without several degrees of compromise (and some of it won't come to pass at all) but we are happy with what he, and we, have got for now ...

At the end of the meeting I fell tearfully on the necks of those with whom we've had a long professional relationship witnessing Firstborn's gobsmackingly rocky ride headlong into semi-adulthood, before bidding fond farewells and going on our optimistic way...

There's a couple of cans of Guinness in the fridge for the 'littl'un' when he comes back from school for the last time...

And no more sodding uniform to wash...

Hooray !

*waves pom-poms*

(I've been racking my brains and I honestly can't remember leaving school)...