This morning was not really a good morning for #1 Sprog to remember he'd forgotten his PE kit when halfway to school. The dread of a 'misconduct' Pink Slip was sufficient to generate a wibble, so we had to turn round and come back to get it. Fortunately, we'd left five minutes early the first time so as to allow for tossers slipping around, so we were only ten minutes later than normal on the return trip. He's never been in a car with me when On A Mission before, as avoiding a Pink Slip for tardiness was next on the agenda. We got a little unconventional on roundabout approaches (two wheels on the verge and filter, you fucker), and on braking for corners (one front wheel on black stuff, the other elsewhere and generally locked up) and, come to that, on acceleration and overtakes - but he did like the stream of roof-snow flying behind us like a comet's tail. He was a bit quiet in the car and a bit pale when he got out. I do hope the PE sadist makes him play rugby today ...
