Life as a miserable teenager

The first weekend of February we were visited by the Blezzards who were on half term.  Their boys are 15 and 13.  Rory, the eldest, really really didn't want to be here.  He is in the depths of being a teenager - he didn't add to the conversation at all, he come to the dinner table to eat but didn't say a word.  He did his best not to look at us.  

I did direct questions to him and you could see him wresting with his conscience, he didn't want to respond to me but part of him felt he couldn't completely ignore me so I would get reluctant one word answers!  Once he got here, he didn't budge.  We went for a walk in the afternoon, he didn't come, we went for a walk on Sunday morning, he refused to get out of bed.  He certainly was in the teenager pit.  Since his visit we have been telling Tom not to become Rory!  Lewis, on the other hand was perfectly pleasant.  Tom hung out with him and they slept in the same room etc.  Tom even got his guitar out which he hasn't touched since before lockdown.

Smile for the camera!

Neil and Sharon, luckily saw the funny side to it all and didn't give in to him at all.  They just left him to be miserable.  We had a good time, it was just Rory that was miserable.

On Tuesday this half term's effort grades came out - Tom got exactly the same as last time, some of his grades went from 4 to 5 and exactly the same went from 5 to 4.  No complaints from us, he  is still trying hard at everything.