I cooked Andy and I Cottage Pie today [that's the one with beef mince, not lamb]. Personally I didn’t think it was up to par [par being something I would serve my parents], but Andy had three helpings 
As far as I’m concerned, that means I can cook *self-satisfied smirk*
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I don’t think I’ve still quite got the hang of dealing with children. But I think the point I need to remember is that even if they look like adults and act like adults they are still children underneath
Case in point:
Today as I was walking up to the bus stop one of the girls that I see and cross regularly was standing about 300 yard away from the buss stop. I don’t know whether it was seeing me that made her start walking or whether she had decided to go back into the school, but as she approched the bus stop I could see her face was bright red in the bad way, and when I asked her what was wrong she said in floods of tears that her mum hadn’t come to pick her up yet. But then the bus turned up and the diver opened the doors and was waiting for me to get on, so I just said ‘go back into the school and call you mum’ and left her there.
The thing is I keep getting the feeling I should have asked if she wanted me to go with her. She was obviously upset and worried, and I sure as hell know what that feels like. Remeber that key point I mentioned above? I think I forgot it. When you’re an adult, you’re expected to suck it up and deal. But she wasn’t, she might have been 13 but that’s still not an adult, even by a long shot.
And I feel really crappy that I didn’t even ask if she wanted me to go with her.
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