Happy birthday, Smitch. I don't have any cakes today, but I've brought some slightly crumbly blueberry and almond flapjacks.
Paskha, that does not sound like the fun part of parenting. Could the poor lad do with getting something done about his skin? There are some quite effective treatments available for even severe acne, and if it's bothering him so much that he hides away then that's justification enough for consulting a GP with an interest in skin problems with a view to trying treatments and, if they don't work, early referral to a dermatologist.
Could he be depressed? A frightening number of teenagers are, and it's often mistaken for adolescent bloody-mindedness.
Were it not for the acne and the tendency to be withdrawn and not socialise, I'd suggest that, like many young men, he might benefit from kicking out against the government's dream of universal higher education (which I'm sure is a cynical way of manipulating the unemployment statistics) and get into the adult workforce with the option of picking up his education again later.
He'd probably benefit from running or cycling, but, as my 11-year-old once posted on a thread devoted to this very topic, he won't do it on your advice.
yes, all these things have been tried - has now been two yrs since he happily went to the Leavers Ball with his girlfriend of 6 mths ... split up in summer hols soon after
I know he is / or could be depressed, has many treatments and been to specialist, pills & potions, have spoken to Doc, wont take depression seriously,
Then see another doc, Paskha, supposing it means making enquiries about private medical care or travelling a bit out of your way. As long as your son accepts the possibility of depression, you should be able to get some help for him.
I would hate to be a teenager again. Firm bodies and clear eyes and the ability to sleep till 2pm are wasted on the young.
Brum's as smelly as ever, JJ, but I have my rose-tinted specs on. I was driving along a wide road lined with trees and big old houses, and had a vision of the place with horses and carriages and the occasional highly polished black Model-T, nannies with coach-built prams, and peace and quiet. Then I opened my eyes a bit wider and realised that it was Heathfield Road, Lozells (as in "Handsworth Riots"), the big houses are all boarded up or split into flats, the horses and carriages are uninsured bangers, the Model-T is a gangstamobile with tinted windscreens, and...well, the trees are still there. I could see how it was once a posh area.
I realised how much my daughters had grown this year when I tried Angelmouse's too-short-now school pinafores on Tinkerbell with a view to handing them down, and the hemlines are almost at Tinkerbell's bum too. This year they'll need the same size because although Tinkerbell is 20 months shorter than her sister, she is about three times as wide.
Kevin will be OK. The routine at her school is that you get skirts that fit you in Year 7. By Year 9 you start winding the top around the waistband, and when you abandon school uniform in 6th form your skirt fits you like a wide belt. Very economical.
I'll tell you what annoys me Vrap.... is that the mrs allways insists on buying the kids coats that they will grow into so they wander around for a year with sleeves that dangle down around their ankles and when finally a year later the coat fits she says oh that looks scruffy now and goes out and buys a brand new coat...in a bigger size......aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Does she buy winter coats for next year in the spring sales too, BBB? I used to, but then I'd put them away and when I found them again the kids had outgrown them.
It's easy now because their coats don't have to be school colours, so a friend who has a big 7-year-old and a serious clothes-buying habit gives us her daughter's outgrown (or worn-once) coats.
Granny's handknitted acrylic cardies in insipid colours are more of a problem. We end up donating them to charity shops when we visit distant towns so that my mother doesn't find them when she goes mooching in Erdington high street.
This forum has changed recently....the place is littered with humongus threads! where before you would see the very occasional thread getting over a 100...if it was a great discussion or really funny, now there are 6 500+ threads on the front page of general.....and I just cannot be bothered even looking, am I missing anything????
I don't know its not like it used to be, I remember when I used to come here on the old desktop, because we couldn't afford these new fangled laptops in my day, and there was nowt but two old blokes and their dog to talk too.....and as fer broad band well I tell yer there was nowt wrong with the old 28K dial up modem, It kept em as didn't have much money quiet, now its just chat chat chat and ye get all sorts of riff raff..........
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Paskha, that does not sound like the fun part of parenting. Could the poor lad do with getting something done about his skin? There are some quite effective treatments available for even severe acne, and if it's bothering him so much that he hides away then that's justification enough for consulting a GP with an interest in skin problems with a view to trying treatments and, if they don't work, early referral to a dermatologist.
Could he be depressed? A frightening number of teenagers are, and it's often mistaken for adolescent bloody-mindedness.
Were it not for the acne and the tendency to be withdrawn and not socialise, I'd suggest that, like many young men, he might benefit from kicking out against the government's dream of universal higher education (which I'm sure is a cynical way of manipulating the unemployment statistics) and get into the adult workforce with the option of picking up his education again later.
He'd probably benefit from running or cycling, but, as my 11-year-old once posted on a thread devoted to this very topic, he won't do it on your advice.
You got those cakes or not Smitch?
And presumably a day off work since you're here posting rather than looking at drains and stuff.
yes, all these things have been tried - has now been two yrs since he happily went to the Leavers Ball with his girlfriend of 6 mths ... split up in summer hols soon after
I know he is / or could be depressed, has many treatments and been to specialist, pills & potions, have spoken to Doc, wont take depression seriously,
Happy birthday to the sexy smitch. mwhaa, mwhaa
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I would hate to be a teenager again. Firm bodies and clear eyes and the ability to sleep till 2pm are wasted on the young.
Happy Birthday Smitch!!!!!!
Lovely sunny day today :-)
How's lovely Brum ?
This poor JJ has managed to pile on 6lbs of blubber in 2 weeks but by heck it was GOOOODDDD!!!!!!!!
THANKS ALL re my shy offspring - am going for a cuppa to cogitate
wish I had a turbo for the bike - sister has one, the main thing puts me off a treadmill is the NOISE
Must go and get Jumpet Snrs new school uniform, see you all later :-)
This is the first Friday I have been in the office for 5 weeks!...so why not celebrate with a little internet abuse.
.....plus the hangover is not helping me concentrate
Hiya Iain !!!!!
How did the practicals go?
I've missed you guys :-)
See ya :-)
And I AM gone honest!!!!
Will have a chat later too :-)
Kevin will be OK. The routine at her school is that you get skirts that fit you in Year 7. By Year 9 you start winding the top around the waistband, and when you abandon school uniform in 6th form your skirt fits you like a wide belt. Very economical.
is that the mrs allways insists on buying the kids coats that they will grow into so they wander around for a year with sleeves that dangle down around their ankles and when finally a year later the coat fits she says oh that looks scruffy now and goes out and buys a brand new coat...in a bigger size......aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Quick break from revision - not really achieved much anyway.
Beautiful day here and I so want to be outside instead of trying to cram.
I am planning a longish -15M - walk this weekend so I hope that the weather continues. The lab does not know whats in store for him!
It's easy now because their coats don't have to be school colours, so a friend who has a big 7-year-old and a serious clothes-buying habit gives us her daughter's outgrown (or worn-once) coats.
Granny's handknitted acrylic cardies in insipid colours are more of a problem. We end up donating them to charity shops when we visit distant towns so that my mother doesn't find them when she goes mooching in Erdington high street.
BYE4NOW
I don't know its not like it used to be, I remember when I used to come here on the old desktop, because we couldn't afford these new fangled laptops in my day, and there was nowt but two old blokes and their dog to talk too.....and as fer broad band well I tell yer there was nowt wrong with the old 28K dial up modem, It kept em as didn't have much money quiet, now its just chat chat chat and ye get all sorts of riff raff..........
What are you revising for..O'levels (oops showing my age there)
Are you really just a young and sweet sixteen year old??