Following on from the loss of the swimbag, (Read Here) the drive to the uniform shop, purchase of new goggles, trunks, bag and customisation of new bag:
I was in boys class yesterday and what was hanging off the peg?
AHHHHHHHHHH A scowl crossed my face, my eyes went dark, horrific tirades bubbled up from my chest, I turned round, opened my mouth and staring at Boy and his Teacher said, “Oh Boys bag was here all along, how nice.” Smiling like a cheshire cat I turned and walked from the classroom only to stop at the school secratarys office to show her that I’d located the lost swim bag. With a smile on my face I left the school to find sanctuary in a double shot latte where I drowned out the memory of the lost 3 hours it took to replace it.
One consolation came this morning as I loaded Boys swim Kit into his old bag. “Dad can’t I have the new bag, I really like the swallow?” NO I replied sternly, you have to learn to look after your things better then you can have the new bag.
Secretly I was pleased I really like the swallow too and I’m so vain I’ll take praise where I can get it.