They really are something else aren’t they? I just can’t believe I was this annoying when I was a teen.
Soldier Boy, who is 14, has really been pushing the envelope on the communication/entertainment front recently. Firstly, he ran up a massive bill on the home phone calling some girl’s mobile for hours at a time, [...]
Posts Tagged ‘teens’
French exchange – post #03
Posted in Family life, children, tagged Christmas shopping, French exchange, Shih-Tzu, Sydney, teens on December 19, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Sixteen year old Princess has travelled to France via London on a French exchange visit. She will be there until the end of January. Following are extractions from emails sent and received between us.
Me
So you must be having a good time… given that we haven’t heard from you?
P
sorry, i havnt had access to a computer [...]
French exchange – post #02
Posted in Family life, tagged France, French exchange, teens on December 14, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sixteen year old Princess has travelled to France via London on a French exchange visit. She will be there until the end of January. Following are extractions from emails sent and received between us.
Me
So let me get this straight, you have left your brand new state of the art MacBook at the x-ray security checkpoint [...]
French exchange – post #01
Posted in Family life, Overseas travel, children, tagged France, French exchange, teens on December 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sixteen year old Princess has travelled to France via London on a French exchange visit. She will be there until the end of January. Following are some extractions from emails sent and received.
Me
Lovely to hear you’ve arrived safely. You really are so lucky getting to swap your summer school holidays, 30°C+ days, for… err, winter [...]
Hollow-ween
Posted in Family life, tagged dress-ups, Halloween, husband, SAHH, stay at home, teens, trick or treating, working mum on November 5, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Major work deadlines to deal with at the moment so please expect limited posting for the next week or two. I’m under pain of death from Working Mum not to put blogging before my domestic duties. Mrs Rottweiler – my client for the next fortnight – is frankly, even scarier than WM when mad, so [...]
