I got my effing useless DS some work experience at a bank through a friend of a friend near Liverpool St last week. This meant him getting up early and two trains into the City. I spent £100 on the train ticket and was worried he would go once and then not bother to get out of bed the rest of the week.
Anyway, the news I got back was wonderful. He worked in various different departments, mixed well, was interested and spoke some Japanese to the Japanese staff who were there. They said they had never had a westerner (if I am allowed to use that word) speak Japanese at their Japanese bank. DS said he was paraded around the office to show off his Japanese skills!
So praise the Lord all that nagging was worth it in the end. Before he left the bank yesterday I texted him to say go and say thankyou and shake the hands of everyone who had helped him and he said he had already done it!!!!
Anyway, he is home again and back to his normal grouchy self. At least I know there is a 'real boy' hiding in there somewhere.