That Darn Cath

I went to my Mom's shop today for the second time this week. Usually she brings the other two, but they wouldn't be able to wake up at noon, forget 8am. I brought 2 CD cases, gum and my English coursework concerning 'Children growing up too quickly.' We have to write to Argue/ Persuade/ Advise; one of the dreaded triplets... During the car ride somehow my Mom sarted talking about that kind of stuff, so when I got to the shop, I wrote down as much as I could remember.

Later that day, Cath, the infamous old lady that is a regular customer came in and asked about school and homework. Then I said, 'Well actually I have some english coursework under the counter that I'm doing. I have to write an argumentative piece in response to "Children growing up too quickly." And I'm saying yes.' Now, a normal 70 year old lady, that is supposed to hobble around and wear their plastic bandanas for rainy days in England would have said something like, 'That's nice' and carried on with life. But this is Cath, who drinks Vodka and cranberry juice on a regular basis and once burst into the shop yelling 'IS THE POPE CATHOLIC?!' She is a hoot, as my Mom describes her. She always has something to talk about, opinions to share, horrendous stories from 50 years ago, or from the day before.

WELL, she starts going on and on about how that is NOT the case, kids are growing up too slowly. And she mentioned something about her Dad having long trousers when he was 14 (?). Anyway, she asked where my Mom was and I said 'Oh, she just sneaked across the street to talk to a friend.'
'The protein shop?' I nod. 'The ENEMY???!!' I nod.
Finally, my Mom's employee walks in and then they start arguing about my essay. Then my Mom walked in and all 3 of them do. It was quite the sight. I don't think you could get 3 more interesting and completely opposite characters in England, in one room together.
'They have to stay in school till they're 30 nowadays!'
'Yes, but that doesn't make them grow up slower, it just means they're cleverer.' Is cleverer a word?
'But kids now days are drinking and blowing out their livers by the time they're 20 or 30.'
I wonder who said which...

Now my opinions have changed, I am agreeing with that darn Cath, kids are growing up too slowly. :-)

It can only mean 1 thing - I'm on Vacation!!!

I suppose I deserve that slap on the wrist :-) But it's only been a month and a half.

I got out of school on Wednesday and I have been meaning to blog but I thought I didn't have anything to blog about. Then last night, I wrote in my diary and was recalling the last few days.

Tuesday: I had Business Studies for my last two lessons, and as it was our last EVER lessons of that term, Mr. M decided we could have a cake day (we bring in huge amounts of sugar in forms of cakes, chocolate etc.), 'cause he's cool. So, that night I made some brownies. They are legendary, if I may say so, but only a few know it's actually from a convenient Costco mix. I just say they taste exceptionally good because they are made with luuuuuuuve. After my dreadfully exciting french lesson, I rushed over to Business Studies with my bag of brownies. I realized then that I still had my huge (and I mean HUGE) orange that I forgot to eat at lunch. I started rolling it around and in the end I got it confiscated, oh I am such a rebel!! Then my entire class went hyper. It was rather funny.

Wednesday: The last, pointless 3 hours of school (9am - 12). We had an 'Easter Quiz' and my team was utterly rubbish. It came second to last in the ENTIRE SCHOOL and there were at least 20 or 30 teams! One of the questions was 'What disney film does the song 'Zippity doo dah' come from?' I'm sorry, but who knows stuff like that? If you do, it's probably because you are much more intelligent than all of the students at my school. Anyway... Then we had this huge, long, boring, have-to-clap-a-lot assembly and went home.

After, I went to a friends house and had beans on toast for lunch. Then my friend's Gran practically forced me to play something on the piano. I didn't know anything to play, so she pulled out a book and I failed miserably trying to sight-read 'Memory.' When I was done she said 'You did very well' then got up and played some insanely difficult piece of music...

Thursday: Thursday was a nothing day, a day necessary to start off the holidays. Basically, you wake up at 11am, go downstairs and watch TV. An hour or so later, you attempt to make some sort of breakfast then watch more TV. It was simply wonderful. But I couldn't do it for more than a day. I would be afraid of my brain frying; not that being on the computer for hours would have the same effect or anything...

Friday: This was sort of do-something-productive-then-watch-some-TV day. Then my Mom came home had a sudden urge to go to Cheshire Oaks (a place with shops, restaurants, bowling alley and a cinema). We spent about 10 minutes deciding what to watch. Us kids got tickets to see 'Meet the Spartans' - a spoof of 300. Then we walked over to Borders, which takes about 5 minutes, and it was FREEZING. My Mom practically lives in Borders. We spent about 30 minutes there, as a result, I now have three new books I would like. After, we went to eat at Chiquitos, and overpriced, snooty mexican place. The kid's meals have twice as much food for half the price. I warned my Mom that last time we went, we left angry, but I didn't mind too much because I really like Mexican food. So we order our food and Mom gets a side of onion rings for about 2.50 (pounds - there doesn't seem to be a pound sign on this keyboard). The side consisted of a grand total of: 5 onion rings!

Next, we walked back to Borders. I think all together we did about 6 lengths of that walk between the restaurants & cinema to Borders. The movie was good, except I was kind of put off by the fact that the main character - a Spartan (big, tough, fearless men) was the gay guy off of 'The Class.' My parents movie lasted an hour and a half longer than hours, so we went to Frankie and Benny's and spent an hour there ordering and eating dessert. A-M and I ending up annoying the (I just went on thesaurus.com to find another word for 'crap,' would 'meadow muffin' be inappropriate?') heck out of Katherine.


And today, well it's Easter Sunday. Basically it's been church, chocolate, cake, waffles, blog. Time for dinner!

It seems I have missed out Saturday. Oh well, must not have been very interesting.