Xmas tests and fun with art

I arrived out yesterday morning to a note saying could Mammy2 make sure to have money, when the kid dropped up after school as she NEEDed to get red hair dye. Also would I pick up sugar and potatoes. The needs of a teenager. When I got home, the bathroom smelt like a chemist and all the rubber ducks looked like they were taking part in some orgy. They freak the kid out apparently and so she must move them about and make them look pornographic. I'm pretty sure she's not related to me. Mammy2 was a wee bit sick, so after putting her to bed and making sure she was all tucked up, I cooked dinner for myself and the kid. She was yapping about her results and how she has to start working on her portfolio now for art. She mentioned something about interviews this month, but I am pretty sure they wouldn't start interviewing before the CAO forms are filled in and sent off? Or have things changed that much since I was in school.

Overall, her christmas results were quite good. She was disappointed with the 41 in Biology and the E in French. The mad teacher won't let her drop down to Pass. The teacher is quite fond of her and thinks that if she'd work at it, she would do well. Its the same for a lot of subjects, its not that she doesn't understand any of them, its just that she's lazy. She got 71 in her Englishwhich she was chuffed. English and Art are her favourite subjects, despite the constant battles with the Art Teacher. Who was nice to her yesterday. I told the kid to play nice and get all the details about her portfolio sorted first. Which she did. I was amazed. Turns out we have to buy more stuff. Mounting boards etc. I'm sorry I asked. Today I need to buy in no particular order a toothbrush and jam. Don't ask. I'm pretty sure the people in the local Spar think I am losing it.

Dinner was the best thing ever according to her, she shares my obession with potatoes and I did mash. A half an hour later she's fast asleep after starting It by Stephen King. I got lots of work done on my re-design and chilled out to some of my news without the noises from the clan along the lines of:
"Shelly, what the f**k are we listening to?"
"Please change that"
"You've got to be kidding me!" and so on and so forth.
You get the idea. My musical taste isn't appreciated by the family.