A shaft of light pierces my Blog of Gloom, or rather a shaft of irritation since it involves The Boy, but hey, I’ll take irritation over blank misery any day. It’s nearly the end of term, the end of exams, and time for the School Prom. Husband tells me that in his day, you had to have a date, a car, and an expensive outfit so anyone who didn’t have a date, or enough money to hire a ridiculous dress and flash car could celebrate getting through their exams by feeling ugly and unwelcome.
Over here though there seems to be more emphasis on having fun. The Boy’s class are hiring a boat and there have been several stern letters about it being a No Booze Cruise to which The Boy smirks. But firstly we have to get him a suit. You’d think it would be quite easy – just measure and hire. You can even hire online and they deliver! But The Boy is currently ensconced in online Troll World and every time I point out that he needs to be measured he rolls his eyes and waves me away as though I’m a mosquito. I’m tempted to hire him a Gold Lame Gayboy suit or the t-shirt. That’ll learn him.