Monday 8 February 2016

Tight as a Rat's ....

September, most flew the nest to uni but not mine - oh no, I have  to wait until the beginning of October.thanks Warwick, thank you so much.
So, IKEA run for all things studentesque. Wouldn't you think that, as an eighteen year old boy, you would want to eat, shoot and leave? Well, not mine. The pain, the absolute pain of having to decide what vegetable peeler or duvet cover to buy. There I stand, saying bag it and run and he is questioning the quality and economic value - for Pete's sake, I am screaming in my head, just bloody bag it so we can escape this hell hole. It's my money that's funding this so run boy, run and buy like the wind!
No, we have to enter every department and weigh up the financial decision of each frigging item. Have the youth lost their way? All I can think is I am funding this and if I want to do super trolley sweep, what is stopping him?!  How can you question whether you need one wooden spoon or two? You play rugby and smash without thinking and you are worried about cutlery! I yawn and roll my eyes.
Then the debate on wine glasses occurs and I practically lose the will to live. He wants to buy one. I question his decision and place four in the blue and yellow bag. He takes three out. I raise an eyebrow.

"I haven't come to uni to be a host, Mum, if I wanted a degree in events management or hospitality, I would have tried a little less at school and tried a little harder at being "fun and nice""
I sigh. God help Warwick and anyone foolish enough to be entertained by him. His glass does not runneth over! The only one glass he has is firmly in his tight fist!