Boys Moan

30 May

Spud Bud has left me for another woman: his friend’s mother, who makes edible mashed potatoes that he can stomach, though he can’t stomach mine; and who has gone off to exotic places for a week: Trearddur Bay in Angelsey.  This is the third time they have taken him away and I am very grateful, though they will insist on bringing him back.

I had hoped to have a break from his complaints – he’s fourteen: complain and sleep is all they do – but he had been gone only six hours before the first call came, complaining that I had not provided him with bedding (okay; I never said his complaints were unjustified).  I remembered the toothpaste; what more does he want? 

2 Responses to “Boys Moan”

  1. vivinfrance May 31, 2010 at 09:40 #

    sleeping and complaining: yes that just about sums up the young male of the species.

    Mind you, he must have had trouble sleeping without bedding, specially if it’s in a tent. But he’s old enough to think of these things for himself.
    V 🙂


    • tillybud May 31, 2010 at 11:17 #

      It’s a holiday flat, fortunately, or I would never hear the end of it; and my friend had some spare bedding.


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