Last night was the Rugby Dinner - as a player, The Boy attended. Of course.
It was a curry and the event was held at the school, starting at 7.00pm.
At 10.00pm he texted asking to be collected.
From the Horse and Well.
Yep, that's a tavern.
As he and his mate climbed in the car with big grins on their faces, The Cat's Mother and I nearly passed out from the fumes.
I made some throw-away comment that if either were sick in the car, The Boy would be grounded from now until Kingdom Come.
Safely back at home, we all disappeared to bed.
The Boy said goodnight to everyone a dozen times.
In the next hour he proceeded to get up uncountable times to go to the bathroom.
He absolutely reassures us that it was for pee purposes, not wretching reasons.
This morning he couldn't find his school tie.
