Thursday, 20 September 2007
We just got home from the school disco. I'm not sure why they think that the 5-11 age bracket need a disco, but we went along and stood around in the dark with loud music and flashing lights. D'Arcy liked it better this year than last, and spent more time in the hall, rather than in the canteen. He didn't want to dance with any girls, although one dragged him out for a bit of a spin. It's now bed time, but the beloved is thwarting that plan by playing bad old disco music. D is unimpressed.