Jamie came up the other day...he'd not bothered to go to school and I pointed out...not for the first time...that no school meant poor marks. His attendance counts towards his final results you see 'cos Jamie is attending a sort of sin bin...he says it's cos of his dyslexia...I suspect it's because he's a lazy little sod.
And he announced that school didn't much matter because who needs schooling to be a tattooist and I flinch and snap my mouth firmly closed and thrust yet another art book into his hands and tell him to read about Caravaggio...probably not the best example to follow but most artists of note were quite away with the fairies...
What is Plan B I asked him...and he looked bemused and said Plan B?
So I explain Plan B takes the place of Plan A if Plan A doesn't pan out in the way he's hoping...and he sort of swayed from side to side...he does that a lot and Teresa scolded him for it...said it made her feel seasick and would he ever stop...but he's so set on the tattooist angle that it hasn't occurred to him that he actually might have to work towards it rather than it landing happily in his lap...
So, he had a bit of a think and then said...I could always go to work in the chipper...I could have cheerfully slapped him...if it were not for the fact he's over six foot and I'm shrinking daily...
You always need a Plan B you see...something else to approach and tackle should the need arise...but Jamie with his happy teenage approach of I want, therefore I will have...hasn't looked any further than inking people with weird and wonderful designs.
Now Caitlin with her ambition to become a lawyer has it sussed...I asked her one day what else she'd think of doing...if I can't be a lawyer then I shall be a solicitor she said...quick as a flash.
But Caitlin goes to school and does reams of homework...Jamie wanders about like a lost soul or plays on his X box thing...it is infuriating. Seeing he has real promise with his artwork and yet he blunders along from day to day without a care...