It has come to my attention that over the past few months of writing this blog, I may have come
Another classic accusation from the teenage son yesterday. You think you’re so cool. But you’re just not. AAAggrrrrrrrr. And… Breathe. E-V-E-R-S.
It happens overnight. The teenage boy trots off to bed on his fourteenth birthday all kisses, clear skin and lightness,
Yesterday, whilst groaning (it’s obligatory), my teenage son accused me of “Never saying what you really mean..” Ohhhh, my boy.