I've just come back from taxi-ing dd to school; she has booked me for every one of her 9am Gsce days...
still I suppose it is worth it, but an hour of driving is enough to knock me out physically, I feel completely stiff and sore. I'm not picking her up. She usually takes two buses or a long tube journey with lots of walking - I suppose we are very well off for public transport.
Driving kids has its joys though, you sit and talk, you listen to the radio, you see the world through your windscreen. Every day that I drive her I pass various historic houses, gaggles of different uniforms, so I suppose I quite like it. But only five miles, not ten miles.
Knitting ds is at the mass and school uniform sort of school - I cannot say it has been that successful for him (although a lovely school in some ways...and they try their best for him, just so inflexible on some levels, but that is bureaucracy rather than religious - everyone is very caring)
today is the nightmare gsce for the twins. English Literature. Bell tolls. yesterday was spent NOT helping dd at all, as I tried to stuff ds2's brain full of Macbeth analysis techniques and remind him of the language use in Christmas Carol. watch this space if he gets a 6, I will be soo soo proud of him (ds1 received a C, which explains why he is finding the A level impossible
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Ds1 is still very much taking a back seat in this...he says he is writing lots of essay plans for the music paper though. refusing to discuss what he is going to do in the holidays except for vague talk of helping out in the family business.
Presents sound very good. I've always been wary of giving presents to the teachers recently for fear that they might think I am bribing them to give ds a good report (it has been that bad) However, now that everything is handed in, perhaps the time has come to say thank you for all the trouble ds has caused them...and the fact that he has come through without combusting.