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  A technical hitch and ‘uh oh, bigger boys’

  http://englishmum.com/2008/08/29/a-technical-hitch-and-uh-oh...
  86 days ago in ENGLISH MUM: A shining star of wonderful gorgeousness · Authority: 38

  So this is weird, then.  I can’t comment on my own blog.  I’ve tried everything - logging out, using a different email address, even pretending to be someone else, but no, the result’s the same.  It starts grinding, then it hangs, then it says ‘internet explorer cannot display this web-page’.  And what’s worse, my hairy web-guru, Grandad, has gone on his holliers and won’t be back for ages.  So you’ll just have to do without my sparkling repartee until this glitch is fixed.  Sorry and all that. In other news, #1 has started at his new school.  We found ourselves sitting in the car, ten minutes early yesterday.  He had his enormous blazer on (black, two sizes too big - well, you’ve got to get a bit of wear out of it when they’re 100 quid a pop), new black school shoes, white shirt, grey jumper (with crest - bought from school supplier at an extortionate price) and his new tie.  The tie caused a few problems, actually.  Wanting to be ready and prepared on his first day, #1 had set his alarm for about 3am and when I finally dragged myself out of my pit at 7, he was washed, scrubbed, armpit-sprayed, hair-flattened, and very, very cross.  It’s the tie, you see?  He’s never had one before and had managed to get it into a rare ol’ knot around his neck.  ‘Give it here’, says I, ‘I wore a tie for years’ before making an even bigger mess of it (I think they make ties differently these days).  Eventually, not wanting him to start on his first day with something akin to a large, stripey pussy-bow tied around his neck, we had to brace ourselves and awake the monster in order for him to show his offspring how to tie a decent knot, before skulking off back to his bed muttering about being woken so early. So there we were, tie in position, lunch in schoolbag (pasta salad with tomato, mozzarella and ham, banana, frozen yoghurt and a cake, if you must know), waiting outside the school.  #1 was a bit nervous and making small involuntary squeaky noises.  A car pulled up next to us and a child the size of a small building got out.  As the man-mountain unfolded himself from the car, we both craned our necks to check him out - yup, he had school uniform on - and I swear there was a hint of stubble there too.  The squeaking got worse.  ’Uh oh’, said #1, ‘bigger boys’.  Poor chap, when you’ve had a whole year being the oldest, suddenly mixing with 18/19 year olds in the same school is going to come as a bit of a shock. Still, we met the headmaster, #1 got a check on the squeaking, and I watched him walk away down a corridor for his first foray into secondary education.  I got to the front door at the same time as the headmaster’s wife: ‘don’t worry’, she said confidently as I wiped away a stray tear, ‘it’s always worse for the parents’.

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