Grandma is Spanish so I resorted to emotional blackmail as he got out of the grumpy being taxied around pampered prince car, "Try and get a 5 for Grandma" I don't care, I had to pull out the big guns.
He had his, virtually pristine, revision book in his bag, "look over verbs and adjectives, and if a question mentions say churches and parks then listen twice to make sure you are correct that they visited the church yesterday and park tomorrow that sort of thing"
Honestly anyone would think I was asking him to climb ben nevis in nothing but a swimsuit and pair of flipflops.
I am sure it was the worse thing EVA and he doesn't want to talk about it anymore (you and me both sister!) and it's over now what will be will be, and then I will have to endure a good 45 minutes on something utterly irrelevant. I listen to your babble sweetheart. God parenthood and patience go hand in hand don't they!
Tempted to swing by Aldi and scoop up their entire stock of orange wine! But it's probably produced in Spain so will be wrong in some way. Assume tonight is not the night to cook tapas.
I will get little brother to ask how Spanish went, he's nicer to him.