We have a happy teenage son. That TV now went into his room on the proviso that it would not be connected to the aerial and the DSTV because that would turn him into a bedroom hermit. And that is a no. But he took his Xbox from the lounge and set up everything in his room. So now we don't have to negotiate and run timeshare on our TV in the lounge between us trying to watch and him trying to play.
Setting up the DVD player into the new TV proved a small challenge. The plugs were labelled differently and we were holding a plethera of red, yellow and white plugs while staring excitedly and confused at the holes. 2 hours of trial and error and Ta Da!! It was a big choice. Did we want sound but no picture or vice versa. Choices, choices.
Then there is the matric dance. In my day you climbed in your parent's car and got dropped there. Today arriving in your parent's car seems to be just a step away from insanity. So you have to be creative. I have seen everything from tractors, to camels and ice-cream vans. Limo companies are rubbing their hands in glee. Parents are recalculating their budgets in less glee. My face is quite long at the moment. After parties are all the rage ..... but kids, especially girls, have to get there. There is not a chance that Eug and I will let our daughter go with an unlicenced driver, a licenced but inexperienced driver or anyone with a breath of alcohol in them. This limits the choices. It is quite a distance away this year which makes this a huge problem. I am ready to tear my hair out. It has caused some delightful arguments. Next week this time it will be all over ... with tons of photos for memories. By then we will know what the answer to the transport problem was.
No wonder I had a Savanna at 1130am. At a stork tea nogal.
Till next time
c'est la vie xxx
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