Great movie, don't you agree?
Every morning we have our own version right here in this house, it's all about trying to get this kid out of bed. It all starts about 6.50 am when Pig (his dad) goes in his room to wake him for stage one.
Stage one is the painful bit- the grunting, moaning and wall-hugging "I wish it was Saturday." same words, every morning.
Stage two is the opening of the curtains. Almost as painful as stage one, this happens at about 7am, we think ten minutes is ample time to go from almost- dead to half-dead. This is also a good time for us to inspect the latest outbreak of zits. Depending on the chocolate consumption the previous evening, the zits can be moderate to puss-filled "please squeeze me" things just waiting to explode.
Ten minutes in the shower is followed by 5 minutes zit-picking. I wouldn't mind but they are usually smeared over the bathroom mirror for all to see.
I wouldn't dare speak to the teenager in the morning. We are alike in many ways and we are not very good at communicating at this time of day. I am ok as long as I have a cup of tea at 6.30 and get to watch BBC Breakfast for a while.
Teenager appears downstairs at 7.25, eats breakfast while watching a wrestling dvd and afterwards goes back up to clean his teeth and resume the spot-picking. It's the same routine every morning.
I do the school run on two mornings and I pick two others up on the way. Sometimes I try to make conversation but there's no point any more, they all sound and look like the Kevin character created by Harry Enfield.
I feel sorry for the teachers. Imagine having to deal with a miserable, hormonal, spotty bunch of oiks every day.
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