Wake up...and smell the paella
Just back from a meeting at school where parents gathered expectantly to hear details of their little darlings football coaching trip to Spain.
Moulded studs are essential, two T-shirts, limit the spending money (yesss!), packed schedule...all the usual teacher warnings about behaviour, lights out etc - and then came the catch!
"Passports will be the responsibility of the boys at all times" - I was jolted bolt upright and out of my reverie by this crazy notion.
All around me there were gasps and looks of uncontained horror from parents already mentally adding an extra £75 or whatever rip-off price the Passport Agency charges for replacements these days.
Alex, my 12-year-old, will be fine. He's totally organised and together. Nick, 14, has little or no chance of getting anywhere near paella unless we drop into that nice tapas bar at Touchwood.
Still, I hear the airport departure lounge is nice this time of year.
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If theyre letting your nipper look after his own passport then they may as well let him look after his own travel arrangements too. Mind you, doing that would probably expose school trips for the rip-off they are. Go on a school trip and pay for a free holiday for the teachers while you do!
hi Dad its Nick your son, In my defence, who was the one that drove to Dover to catch a ferry to France only to discover minutes from boarding that you had brought your old passport???
First rule of blog club - never tell the family of blog club.
Oh, nice one Nick! To be fair (well marginally, I do like a good wind up!), we had only got as far as the Blackwall Tunnel when he realised. We would have made it in time, despite the dash home, if we hadn't been confronted with miles and miles of coned off lane. We crawled over the hill to watch our ferry steaming off into the distance. Oh, and the only thing in the coned off lane (after an hour of queuing and God knows how long). a solitary hand operated road-roller. Nothing else. No holes, no new tarmac and no workers! Don't you just love the UK's road system!
Nick......capital letters to start a sentence please and try using the odd full stop here and there.
I'll see you when I get home.