Dogs. Teenagers. Fags.

The look I was sporting.

Half dog half womble is asleep on the bed. Sammy, the big gormless one is sitting breathing on my arm, with a sock in her mouth staring, willing me to let her come up. She is a great hairy labrador so the answer is no. They normall sleep in the kitchen but when the long suffering husband is away they are given a free pass to rampage. I don’t tell them. They just know.

This weekend we have had a house full of teenagers which may explain why I have behaved like one myself. Teenwolf and his pals age 16 and from down south Shona and Liz 19 & 20 respectively.

Yesterday was my dear chum Liz’s 40th birthday so she met 20 of her girlfriends for lunch. Or as it started off a screechathon. 70% of the women there were journalists and presenters so are all lacking the shy gene. Liz’s other friends from East Lothian were there too and the whole thing went off like a rocket.

Teenwolf dared to enter the den of 22 women as he had forgotten his keys an experience that may stay with him for a while. An hour later he was back to give me my keys back only to find me outside the bar/restaurant  in the company of 3 teenagers and a stand-up comic smoking a roll-up. First time I have smoked for about 5 years. I can see how hanging out with young folk makes you feel young – at the time. I have to say waking up this morning my roll-up coated mouth and prosecco soaked liver I am  feeling all of my 39 years. Ahem.

I got home about 9pm. The teenagers were just ramping up to go out for the night. Teenwolf and his pals to a party and the Southern based teenagers to Dragonfly and a show. As I slumped on the sofa with a cup of tea and a packet of biscuits I  listened as the music was turned off and the clomping of feet on the stairs announced they were off out. Upset? Annoyed?  Wishing I was young again? Nah. Just blissfully happy. A couch. A TV and a dog under each oxter – what a fabulous Saturday night.

  • Ha ha ha. Am off to Costco to buy a hundred weight of pasta for face stuffing purposes. You are of course a genius!

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    Having been there read the book regarding teenagers going out to party age 16 plus. A big concern of mine was the hogmanay street party in Edinburgh. My trick was to ask the crowd to our house for pre party drinks and snacks. My devious plan worked for years, until they realised I ws pumping them so full of pasta dishes,by the time they hit the town they hardly had room for a half pint! My funniest moments were when I would ask them all, ” Did you have a good night guys”  ”thanks yeh, didn’t drink much though!