I t's the lad's 15th birthday and as of today he is officially taller than I am at 6 ft 2 ins. This will come as a shock to those of you who still picture him as the wee nyaff in After the Snooter (above).
The ID card at left is newly minted. He was telling me at dinner last night that the five guys in front of him all borrowed the new kid's Harry Potter glasses and greased their hair back for their photos until the photographer twigged to what was going on and started doing his pieces. He grabbed the last one still wearing the borrowed specs, marched him to the class teacher and asked her if he was legit. The teacher, half paying attention said she didn't recognize him so he must be the new kid.
Oh to be fifteen again.
Well, rather you than me.
(ps slipping into anecdotal mode I found myself using the phrase 'doing his pieces' above, which is not a wee Cal phrase, in fact I was astonished to find that nobody else in the house knows it, and I had to rummage to find an online definition for those of you who will be confused. But it is a phrase i think worth preserving so i stuck with it. 'Nyaff' you can take or leave. See links )
and if you don't have After the Snooter, here's how the story finished: