New term arrives with brutal suddenness after lovely long Easter weekend; none of us quite ready for rigours of school routine, though children somehow despatched on time and with almost all of their essential items. Feel rather bereft, and manage to achieve remarkably little all day in unfamiliar silence of house. Even tortoise seems lonely.
Daughter returns from school saying she needs dress for Prom. Am trying to be Supportive Parent this term, so manage to suppress usual remarks about Imported Rituals and Ridiculous Bloated Commercialisation Of School Discos; though suggestion that daughter could go for Understated Look receives rather frosty reception.
Elder son claims that it is still Too Early to start revising for school exams next week, and says he does not want to Waste His Time. Spends evening playing on his phone.