Okay then, now I can tell you about the blinkie seeing as I've finally got it working! Kathy, if you're reading this, I think I had to do it differently for typepad, I'll email you the details later!
So now I am on the DT for Dotty Divas - a challenge blog based where the inspiration comes from advertisements. I'm really excited about this, as I love using sketches and using an ad seems to take it one step further. I've got the ad for my first challenge and it's yummy! So come over and take a look at the blog, and don't forget to keep an eye out for my first DT LO which will be next week some time.
I also said I'd tell you about Youngest and his depressing foray into delinquency. You'll never guess what he did this time. No, you really won't.
Hang on, let's just remind ourselves of the little angel to whom I am referring.
Look at that - butter wouldn't melt.
So last week I had a phone call from his school. These are often bad news and usually about Youngest. You may recall that in past months he has been excluded for a) pulling a chair out as someone was about to sit down and b) lobbing part of a traffic cone over a railway bridge. As far as I'm concerned, a) was just foolishness and warranted a big telling off but not exclusion, and b) made me gasp because it was really, really stupid. (I would point out that the bridge in question is not directly above the railway lines, but the plastic thing could conceivably have made its way down there and derailed a train.) (And his dad was a train driver.) (Oooh - wouldn't the psychologist have fun with that one!)
Anyway. Brace yourselves. In his art lesson, Youngest was entrusted with the job of putting away a pair of pliers. Youngest + tools = imminent disaster. I spotted this some years ago, but clearly his teachers need more time.
On his way to the plier storage facility, Youngest spotted a fellow student sporting a nipple. You know, those things boys still have that possess only one function, which is to be tweaked by other boys in a rollicking, manly way.
Sadly, Youngest chose to do his tweaking with the aid of the aforementioned pliers.
Now, I don't want anyone to think that I have no sympathy for the tweakee, or that my mouth didn't drop open and remain that way for some moments after the phone conversation with the school. We are getting dangerously close to the point at which social workers come round with clipboards and make notes about pot noodles for dinner and cat poo under the stairs, and probably ask me why the house is full of paper.
However, I did get a bit cross later on when his head of year rang to say how concerned they were about him watching a 15 certificate film. Apparently he had blamed the nipple-crippling on The Last King Of Scotland. He'd also blamed it on about six other things including the Serbo-Croatian exchange rate, but they homed in on the DVD thing. I mean, please, he's twelve. He has two big brothers and a big sister. Of course he's watched the odd 15 certificate film.....And anyway, nobody gets nipple-crippled with a pair of pliers in The Last King Of Scotland.
So he was excluded for two days, during which time I had to go to work, although it was only over the road. He used his time on Day One to sit surrounded by science encyclopaedias reading up on goodness knows what, in a studious sort of way. I expect he was looking up 'molatov cocktail' in the index. On Day Two I came home at lunchtime to find him throwing steak knives at an empty pizza-box. He said, 'This isn't a talent Ishould have, but I've got it' - apparently under the impression that he is a master knife-thrower. Unfortunately at that point the knife bounced off the edge of the box, which was propped up on the sofa, and launched itself across the room, landing on the piano about two inches to my left. He had the good sense to put it all away then, although it would have been better if he'd had the better sense not to start in the first place.
Sigh.
So, there you have it. I must go now as my other dongle is not working and this one has run out. Off to Carphone Warehouse for me.
