Wot I Did On My Holidays…

holidays 2…or rather, wot I didn’t do.

Every summer, I scribble down a long list of all the mind-expanding cultural and educational activities I will partake in.

Amongst others, I will endeavour to:

  • sign up for a three-day pottery course, throwing (literally) eclectic pots and wonky vases
  • pack a posh picnic, cunningly cultivated from the best of Lidl, and recline elegantly on the grass in the park, listening to live music
  • leave my hair unwashed for a week and watch the sunrise at Stonehenge on the longest day of the year
  • endure watch lots of subtitled films at the local arts cinema and be able to take part in the pretentious lively discussion afterwards
  • visit a food fair and pay triple for a lump of grotty cheese, but feel rather virtuous at the same time

You get the idea. That list is now in the bin. The closest I got to anything cultural was to buy one of those jumbo-CD packs of classical music from the local charity shop to listen to in the car, realising too late that one disc would stick forever on Chopin’s piano concerto No. 2 in F minor, 2nd movement.

Instead, I worked a lot. Despite numerous pleas to the Teenager such as, ‘C’mon, come on a day trip with your old mum, we’ll have fun! We’ll pack a Thermos and buy a tin of pear drops’, he refused to budge, preferring instead to play football with his friends every day, even though he’s in a rugby team. Kids.

For my birthday, The Teenager bought me an iTunes card and slowly, very slowly, explained how to redeem it. He recommended several memory apps and another one that pings when it’s time to take your medicine. In return, I stopped his pocket money.

The highlight though, must be GCSE results day, which happened to fall on The Teenager’s birthday. I plied him with an All-You-Can-Eat-And-Then-Some-Breakfast buffet at the Toby Inn (only £3.99, but mushrooms -bizarrely – is there a shortage? – and drinks are extra).

Anyway, he refused to pick up his results, as he didn’t want to ruin his birthday. I drove past his school twelve times, pointing out all the happy kids clutching bits of paper, driving swiftly past the crying girls on their mobiles, but still, nope. He wouldn’t go. So I did what any good parent would do and collected them myself. Bit embarrassing. Had to show ID, sign a form, swear allegiance to the examining board and explain in less than 100 words why The Teenager wasn’t there himself.

I passed. And, brilliantly, so did The Teenager. Highest marks possible. I drove back home and opened the door to The Teenager pacing the room, biting what was left of his nails. I put on my best sad face, wiped a tear away and gave him The Look.

‘Hah! Gotcha. You’re a star!’

Stunned silence,then he ran towards me for a huge hug before launching into a whirlwind of social media. And that, in a nutshell, was my summer. Fleeting but, um, memorable. Next year, I’m taking a caravan in Tenby.

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4 thoughts on “Wot I Did On My Holidays…

  1. congrats to him! Something to be really proud of 😀

    I didn’t do anything I said I wanted to lol Wanted to go to the Zoo, the bird centre, the beach, (if not too hot), maybe a few art galleries. Did nothing :p I figured it was ok tho, recharging to be ready to start Uni (how is your course going?)

    • stumbling in flats says:

      Thank you! Am so proud of him 🙂
      Uni starts on Wednesday. Am seriously wondering what on earth I’ve done!! But I bought a brand new pencil case yesterday, so I’m getting into the swing of things, lol.
      X

  2. Late, as usual — but how is Uni going? (Can Americans say “Uni”?)

    • stumbling in flats says:

      ‘Course you can! It’s going really well even though the reading list is insane. Absolutely loving engaging my brain again! And very much enjoying flashing my student card, lol. Takes 20 years off me!
      X

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