Passwords...........

in order to retain some control of my life I am sitting all tucked up and cosy in a big scarf (well it is August after all) in bed, and looking busier than I really am.
Eldest child - now a whole year older is asserting his rights - as those are the only ones that matter. He says that as the child that is 11 and the child that is 8 have up-buggered (his words) the main pc it was very important and outstanding that he check his emails on my laptop - as a matter of national security and testosterone needyness - not nerdyness.
He has spent the whole of the last 3 days with said friend who "might" be urgently trying to make contact with him - so would I just get on with it and hand over the pass word for my lap top. Not bleedin likely.
I have pop -ups down stairs courtesy of shootin and killin and huntin the all 'merican way thanks to Fin's overwhelming desire to virtually kill things when he's not out nurturing them with his father. It must be a boy default setting.

Fergus did the ultimate combined Kevin and Perry mooch into the car/sorry taxi -after Id left a web designing meeting early in order to drive ten miles in the wrong direction to pick he and his friend up. Talking was definitely not on the agenda - his only attempt at conversation being "whats for tea". Defying his dirty looks I tried "chatty and breezy" with his mate. When he told me he didn't mind what he ate - I couldn't resist offering him "worms" - which caused hell boy to do that horsey nasal exhalation of breath reserved for the very most embarrassing of mothers.
The irony IS - that he's really not that bovvered! secretly - I mean he tells me I rank amongst the cooler mothers - who surely cant all be involved with the world's coolest community website - and be on the verge of hanging a £7ooo photographic exhibition - and have a book coming out alongside it. So apart from the worm comment I was quite well behaved I thought - I resisted removing any clothes, mine or theirs, only made passing reference to Jason Statham's totally lickable six pack - and oh those shoulders - i may have in fact mentioned those twice - but Transporter 3 is just his latest excuse to take his shirt off and get fighty in a garage...I digress, anyway there was no yodelling, or even singing and we agreed to silence over ume@6 against Manu Chau. I would NEVER have received a second lift had I not spoken to my mother -and I can vaguely remember quietly seething in a sort of girly way at the "pointlessness" of my mother - so i guess it's normal - and he is a very nice chap most of the time. Except when he reads over my shoulder when I'm typing, so NO YOU CANT HAVE MY PASSWORD. Nice try.