LAST weekend contained Isaac’s favourite day of the year – the day we buy our fireworks.
With November 5 and our annual fireworks party looming, I finally succumbed to my 13-year-old son’s constant mithering and off we went to a huge warehouse somewhere north of the Tyne.
There, after much cajoling, bartering and pleading, Isaac more or less got the fireworks he wanted.
Gabriel, 16, tagged along for the ride, but didn’t have half the enthusiasm of his brother. At his age, the party is more important than the fireworks.
I’m rather partial to the odd rocket actually, with all the relevant health and safety factors taken into account of course.
There’s something about Bonfire Night that takes you back to your youth. The sounds and smells, the crispness of a cold night and a clear night sky full of stars.
It is Isaac’s night, however, and he professes to love Bonfire Night more than Christmas Day.
Of course he isn’t allowed to set any of the fireworks off, but he helps choose the order in which they’ll fizz into the sky. His excitement builds as the day, and then the hour, approaches and he wills the darkness to descend.
He’s as high as one of our ‘Hellfire’ rockets already, and there are still four weeks to go!
GABRIEL and school have always got on. He’s always enjoyed the intellectual challenge, accepted the need for discipline and never caused any bother or been in any trouble.
Isaac’s relationship with school, thus far, has been less successful. It’s always been in the way of a good time, a distraction, a nuisance.
The homework challenge has never been ‘how do I do it’, but ‘how can I avoid it?’
However, I’ve detected a change since the start of this school year. It might be wishful thinking, but I believe the boy has started enjoying school.
I don’t mean he’s skipping out of the house every morning, but there has been very little resistance to homework, and he appears to almost look forward to some of his lessons.
Over the weekend he was complaining about the behaviour of others in one of his classes. “They just want to mess on, they’re being immature,” he said, showing a new maturity.
This feeling may not last, but for the moment, it’s making life a whole lot easier.
COFFEE has always been the preference in our household. We’ve always opted for the bean over the leaf. Until now, it appears.
Both my boys seem to have developed a taste for tea. From where, I know not.
Have they secretly been visiting tea rooms, have they had a hidden stash of Earl Grey we knew nothing about?
When offering a pal a cup of tea at our’s recently, both boys asked where their cuppa was: “Dad, we’ve always drank tea,” they said. That has passed me by completely.
l An update on Gabriel’s GCSE results – one of his As was upgraded to an A*, making it nine A*s and one A.