The Topman coat
Mar06

The Topman coat

I hadn’t intended to buy my son a new winter coat in February. But he’s had a growth spurt recently and, although still very slim, is 5’ 9” with wide shoulders. His XS men’s Superdry coat he’d had since Year 7 was now too tight and the sleeves were too short. I was going to make him see the winter out in it, but then I remembered… He was going to Germany in February, a place not renowned for its warm temperatures. And if his coat...

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I just need you to be honest…
Mar20

I just need you to be honest…

Dear Son Sometimes I find odd things in your room. Normal things, but in the wrong place. They shouldn’t be there. I don’t know why they’re there. I ask you what they’re doing there. And you lie to me. It could be that you’re doing something illegal or bad, but I don’t really think so. I think you’re just doing something a bit weird or geeky, maybe making something you’ve seen on...

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Honesty and teen tribes
Nov17

Honesty and teen tribes

The other day, I found this on the floor. I doubt many teachers would be fooled by it. They weren’t actually born yesterday (I know for a fact this one wasn’t – as he was a teacher at the school when I was there). They wouldn’t expect a parent to write a letter on the smallest scrap of paper ripped off the bottom of an exercise book page. Nor would they believe many parents would be so inept that they...

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A moral dilemma
Sep25

A moral dilemma

My eldest son collects coins. It’s a nice enough hobby to have. I’d like to say it keeps him out of mischief, but it doesn’t. When your son collects coins, or no doubt stamps or anything else, it turns the whole family into collectors. When we check our change it’s not to see if we’ve been given the right amount, it’s to see if there are any rare coins in it. You would be amazed at how many...

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