Verbosity and Airport Security
Well, I’ve packed poor old #1 back off to school this morning. He seemed to perk up considerably yesterday and quite happily accompanied me in the car down to the airport to pick up Mum. #1 has a sort of random, stream of consciousness style of narrative, so by the time we’d reached Dublin he’d managed to talk continuously for the entire hour. He’s interested in everything and anything (I’ve had to explain before that asking people if they believe in God and how much they earn is generally not PC). During the journey we covered topics as diverse as what he would change if he were King of Ireland (shorter school hours, mandatory PlayStation lessons, the banning of haircuts, the right to choose over bathing, etc), right through the spectrum to what he dreams about (giants spiders, being Lord Voldemort, flying…) and lots more besides. One of his classic random statements as we arrived at the airport was ‘that security fence doesn’t look very good – you could probably climb over that’ (break for several minutes) ‘unless you were in a wheelchair’. I was about to explain that terrorists generally would tend to be able bodied, but I thought it was safer to let him mull that one over. I was so grateful to see my Mum I could have cried. Not only because I haven’t seen her since Christmas, but also because there was someone to break up the verbal vomit that was emanating from the back seat.
Anyhoo, my decision to send him back to school prompted a relapse of epic proportions. He hung his head limply over his bowl of Cheerios and seemed quiet and wan once again. I was almost regretting my decision when I heard him mention to #2 that he wished he’d been ill last Wednesday, Thursday and Friday instead of Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, as today is science, which he’s not keen on. That made my mind up and he was jollied along into the bathroom by a very brisk Grandma who has no truck with either soap dodgers or malingerers. All this culminated in a somewhat quiet and sulky ride to school, but finally there is peace. We’re off to the Spa to be manicured and pedicured and we’re thoroughly looking forward to it. The only thing is, I’ve got this tickly feeling in my throat, and my head feels a bit hot….
