27. And counting.
The boy turned 15 today and I'm still waiting for him to realise that this coming academic year he has the rest of his GCSEs to sit, and then he has a couple of years of A levels to ace.
Instead, he's chosen this time to pour all his money (my money really) into building a gaming computer that he believes won't interfere with his studies.
He's meant to be clever, you know..
debating whether to call social services to come and take daughter away.
Tell her mother to Pizz Off and then expect to go out started an avalanche of arguments
Daughters eh (and apparently grand daughters). Can't live with 'em and can't live with 'em.