Ah, the joy of the summer holidays! I have become a taxi service for my eldest, it seems...
For example, the other day I found myself driving around the countryside picking up a whole gaggle of teenagers before delivering them for an afternoon out in a neighbouring town. One of the other mothers was on pick up duty a few hours later.
My eldest was doing directions for me and, to give her her due, she was pretty good. But I noticed that the quality of the directions decreased as each new friend got into the car...
The conversation amongst the young was riveting. Lots about texting. Lots about fashion. Lots of gossip. All discussed at high volume.
When we reached the other end, excitement levels were so high that everyone forgot to say goodbye to me.
Do you remember being a teenager?!
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