Have a lovely time, Monty!
Oh I only meant I didn't post it because it was all "more of the same": you've all, well, certainly most, of you have heard plenty about my dd's ghastly exploits. She was simply bonkersly appalling all the bloody time at this point last year. GCSE mocks nearly finished both of us off, so I have the utmost sympathy for crepeys living through that stage with their offspring at the moment. I was mighty glad to see the back of school uniform, although tbh after the first faltering attempts to right the hideous sartorial wrongs, I paid no attention whatsoever to the rolled-up skirt, wonky tie and paint-splattered, holey blazer, figuring that if the school were bothered about it all they could appoint someone to follow her around pulling her skirt down to a less arse-chilling length. Hoorah for 6th form and their anything goes dress code policy.
Her current issues are all to do with time management. She can't get up in the morning, but stays up far too late not working but staring at her phone (as they do). She doesn't get up when the alarm goes off, then slings abuse at me and ds/the dog when we variously go in to remind her she needs to get up, then she goes back to sleep and then wakes up in a panic (as everyone needs to spend an hour putting on makeup before they go to school, obvs) and slams around screeching. Although does occasionally break off from screeching to shout to me to ask me to bring the hamster some breakfast. I kid you not. And there is constant whingeing about how much work she has to do, but all I see her doing is staring at her phone and watching "I'm an impoverished celebrity, feed me an insect" or "Snog, Marry, Pass the brain".
BD, I do hope ddog is ok. :(