Son Gets Suited Up

L is a little slow getting up for her morning jaunt with Doggo and I manage benefit from this delay, then get accused of taking advantage of her. Well she could have fought me off.

It's Daughter's birthday today, which is spoilt by the fact that she's been chucked off the GCSE cookery course because it is over subscribed. It doesn't appear that they have drawn lots fair and square in front of the kids. Instead it seems she has been discriminated against because of what she put as her second choice, which they seem over keen to bump her on to. L and I offer to kick up a stink about it but Daughter doesn't seem keen for us to do so.

It's raining heavily. The A52 is a bit soggy but not too bad. I have a meeting this morning with two chaps. One from Chester who makes it and one from Kent who doesn't. He's marooned on the M1.

A work colleague from Sheffield hasn’t made it in. He comes on the train; a tunnel is flooded and a tree is across the line, his train apparently has to reverse all the way back to Sheffield.

L says Ilkeston Road resembles a lido. She has lidos on the brain now after yesterday.

Go to Sainsbury's at lunch and treat L to some half-price Adez that has gone out of date. She'll be chuffed.

Son is off to a 'ball' on Friday night to celebrate him leaving school. So he's been shopping with L because there is a dress code; ball gowns for girls and suits for the lads. L reckons it's possibly the first time she's shopped with him since he was about six. I tell her to savour the moment, could be the last time it happens. Come to think of it the last time I shopped with my mother was when I last bought suit, she was paying.

Predictably he buys the first suit he tries on and chooses a blue shirt. Which disappoints L because she wanted him to have the trendy candy-striped shirt and yellow tie that she had her eye on. I’m completely with him on his choice of shirt. Mothers can be so unhelpful.

His shopping wasn't over there though; he had to purchase a "Make Love Not War" t-shirt for his sister's birthday from Ark. I don't think he liked the experience of 'boutique' shopping. I told L it's good practice for him because before he knows it he’ll be shopping for sexy knickers and the like for his women, which means he'll have to visit much more scary places like lingerie departments.

L says he probably thinks lingerie it was a French computer game. At 16 I’d have probably thought it was a French football team. We all have to learn these harsh lessons at some point.

In the evening it's dog class. Goes quite well. We do lots of small exercises which means Doggo gets a good workout. So he'll be knackered later. He also shows what a slob he is. A chap fills up the communal dog bowl for his dog, who has a quick slurp before his run. Then Doggo barges in, drinks most of the bowl, then lifts his leg and wees in it. He really is such a yob. I have to wash the bowl out and refill it.

Have really healthy bacon and cheese sandwiches at home, do a few emails and then join L in bed. I coerce her into some late sex. Not sure she was very chuffed about it though.