Mice not welcome

Mice not welcome

My teen was at the front door last night at 11.25pm, after being at a party about fifteen minutes’ walk from home. I really hate him going to parties. They are the most dreadful places for children and are against everything I believe in but I have to thank God that he got to the grand old age of fifteen before he insisted in going. It’s ok saying, who is the parent? If he did not go to parties, once every two weeks, he would not really socialise and he would hate me forever. Really I do not know what is wrong with kids today. Close to us there is a cinema, a bowling alley and lots of sports grounds and gyms. My Son would do all of these things, but he says non of his friends would.

 

I hate the parties because there is always alcohol involved. No food, just drink. The parents are usually there giving out the boos. I find this a disgrace. I told him, if I ever smell drink on him or if he ever comes home in a state, he would be stuck in the house for life. He was allowed to make one mistake but no more and I will never forgive him for that night some weeks ago when he came home really drunk. I was disgusted. I am not a drinker I really am against it. I do sometimes have a tipple, but perhaps once every few months. I just don’t know why kids can not go ice skating, pictures, to play badminton or have parties at  houses, but do not have drink?

 I am unique, I know this as he has been invited to too many houses for my views to be normal.

 

So at the front door I heard his phone go. He said to the person on the other end, “Are you ok? Where are you? Ok, I will be there in ten minutes.” He shouted to me he would not be long, before I could say Jack Robinson, he was away. I went to check up on my Husband to see after he had been ill, if he was ok and waited for my Son, knowing that there are some nasty people out there as specially at that time of night.

 

Fifteen minutes had gone by. Nothing from my teen and I tried to call him he was not answering. Five minutes later, there was the most dreadful sound like a screaming coming from the deep, dark, dangerous avenues. Oh my heart stopped. He still was not answering his phone. Twenty minutes later, thank God, he came in. I think the screaming was a fox?

 

He told me that the girl he went to see, was ok, as she phoned him, she did not know where she was did not know how to get home and she has just had her fifteent birthday. Oh what a world, though I was proud of my kind son, but thought if anything had   happened to him through being kind for someone else? That would have been typical. I mean, what would her parents have said to her when she walked through the door? Having said that, she had a party for her birthday and her Father brought a tray of alcohol through to the eager teens.

 

My Husband loads better today thank you for all your well wishes?

We went to our church today and there was a Christening on. A baby girl whom they named Emilia. What a pretty name? I love unusual names and never have understood why people call their children the plainest most unimaginative names? I would say like what, but do not want to offend anyone? Answers on a postcard though?

After church we went for some food at our local shop. I went around with the lady, who is a young person called Georgina. She is a real sweetie, who gives the impression that she is too  innocent for this world. She is a little dizzy though and when she asked what cheese I wanted I told her the strong mature Cheddar, two for £4. I got a few bits and pieces. It should have come to £10 and it came to £16 odd. You know what it is like, you say nothing then get out  of the shop and need to find a seat for the shock? Anyway when I got home, the cheese she put in the basket, was enormous. Two of them. If God forbid I got mugged on the way home, I would not know whether to cook with the cheese when I got home or knock the muggers block off. So now I have it in my fridge. (Let’s hope that the shelves can cope with the weight of it? All week it will be “Would you like cheese with that? )

 

To end on a funny note, my teen told me yesterday, that he was in our local chemist where they had a aftershave section. A man in his thirties came in, as the youths were being as discrete as possible, and you can imagine that? Spraying the aftershave, though in my Sons case, before shave? The man came in with a swagger and took a bottle of aftershave and sprayed it all over himself, smiling to the boys, saying

“Oh, the  ladies love this one!” Then as brazened as he walked in, he walked out. Leaving the boys flabbergasted in his cheek. Let’s hope the ladies did love him that day?

 

Lots to tell you next week, as I now have to pay my family attention. Having a blog is like having a new baby. I love it, I care for it I feed it and even change it, but I don’t wind it! K.I.T xxx