The summer holidays came to an end a fortnight ago for Scottish kids, and Half Pint is now in his final year of primary school. In fact, if we were living in England he would have been starting secondary (or as we tend to call it up here, high school). That is a thought that makes me come out in a cold sweat.
I am not ready for the next step. The thought of packing him off to high school and all the things he will be exposed to makes me feel queasy. I only left high school 12 years ago, so I can still remember very clearly what that world is like. I can only imagine the conversations and sights he will be exposed to by mixing with older kids, kids who are practically adults...or who at least think they are. My own memories merge with flashbacks from Grange Hill and I break into palpitations!