The joys of lipreading

Thought my husband was taking the boys to school this morning. Then he tells me he can’t because he has to take some building supplies back?

Ok, I get dressed, made up and shoed in minutes only to be told he IS taking them to school! – By the expression on his face I gather that was the plan all along.

Later I go to the post office; the lady behind the counter wants 27 pence – turns out she wants 47 pence.

School-run next. I pick up Chris our youngest boy first; he comes through the school gates cheeks blazing with the heat and all excited and tries to tell me something about his friend and tomorrow. I think its about a party – no it’s not he says. I ask him if he wants his friend coming over tomorrow. – It’s not that either. He tells me again and it still looks like party. I mention this to him. His hands are all balled up by now and his mouth set in an angry line. I can see him struggle and he can’t hold it in any longer ‘F__k!’ He says with passion – At least that’s what I think he said. Anyone can understand his frustration but he is 10 and I’m his mother so I do the motherly thing and tell him that I hope he isn’t swearing. He stomps off ahead of me. I think I read that one right!