The Headmaster is a Complete Idiot

Its ten minutes before ten , Friday night , and I am relaxed . The second glass of perfectly chilled Pino Gregio will help the process . I sit in my haven of peace and tranquillity . My refuge in the chaos that is my home . My room where I play my music , read , sew, draw ,dream , laugh , cry , recover . No television to distract , instead my radio tuned into my favourite programmes. Tonight I have music playing , music to calm my soul , music to drink wine by ,James Taylors smooth Southern tones flow over me , bliss.
I needn’t have worried as Matthew had so calmly informed me on his early return from school .I mean what is there to cause me to worry ? Its not as if he had done anything really serious to flout the school rules . Not unless you consider accusing the Headmaster , in front of a full classroom , of ”touching up the Female English teacher by squeezing her behind ”.This apparently had happened on numerous occasions and Matt thought it time that someone spoke up . Why he voted himself in I dont know. The argument escalated , class mates agreeing with Matt . They had all seen it happen . Bad example to set to the youth of his school , etc. etc. etc. I know Matt can put together a good argument . I also know that the Headmaster is a complete idiot. Matt is sent home with a suspension . Why they consider that punishment I dont know . Matt was delighted . Telephone call soon after from Mr Idiot Headmaster . Another argument escalates this time its between myself ‘Mother Protector’and Idiot Headmaster . I pour oil on the water by bringing in the English Teacher who admits that Mr Idiot has and does touch her in an inappropriate manner . I then left the building , leaving behind a mess that would never have happened ……. if the school Governors had had the sense to appoint someone capable of the position in the first place . Morning lost , afternoon to look forward to.
Arriving home I find that the majority of Matthews year group had decided to celebrate Matthews victory by joining him in his suspension . Now my home usually has a number of youngsters in it . Never quite this many though . Music is loudly playing , youngsters are dancing , videos are being watched , game stations are being played . There s a game of pool in the garage , and something probably illegal going on upstairs. I am making them food . Well thats what Mothers do , make food .Then it happens , it always does when so many youths are in a close environment , they argue , then they fight . They should know better than to fight in my house as I am a black belt in crochet and can tie them into knots .Mother steps in to end the fight and my crochet skills must need some work as I didnt see it coming ………the pillow that took me down ! Silence ,Mother down , Mother down.! Remaining on the floor with three hysterical girls trying without any success to bring me round . Lets hope they never decide on medicine as a career . The other 5000 set to clearing up the devastation of the afternoons celebrations.I stay on the floor doing a good impersonation of an unconscious mother. When I consider that enough time has passed for the party goers to have made a decent job of the clean , I rise . Its a miracle ! Not a bruise or any sign of injury . I’ve been in tougher pillow fights than that .
Empty house , apart from Matt and myself , waiting for the arrival of the brothers and father . Dinner to prepare . On just about to call the men in my life to the table , they arrive on mass in the kitchen . The eldest has Matt held upside down by his ankle . Matt is pleading for mercy . Just as well David is 6 foot 2 in tall or Matt would have lost more than his pride. What did the brother s consider to be the reason for this torture , plus Father seemed to be in on this ? ……… Dinner was cold by the time the court was adjourned .. Not that I felt hungry now anyway . The guys ate it , well they are guys. Matt was banished to his room with a list of to dos for the following day .
I am relaxed , the Pino Gregio is almost empty , James Taylor continues to sing . All is good with the world . I have survived another day . I never really liked the way that the games room was decorated anyway about time for a change . It might take some time before the smell of the aerosol paint fades though . I must complement those friends of Matthews on their graffiti skills . Last glass James , (singing along to music) ”When your down and troubled and you need some loving care and nothing , nothing ,is going right ………..