GESE Bacon Rolls at the Ready

My heart goes out to all of you doing your GCSE’s or any exam for that matter. After three all in a row with two on the same day next week Axl, rightly so, is finding it quite stressful. When I mentioned bacon rolls he perked up a little. So I got up the next morning bright and early and started to cook the bacon. Not sure that bacon was the best thing on a stressed out tummy? With rumbles of anxiety and pangs of self doubt but a mum will try anything to bring a little light relief.

I placed the bacon roll on the table. This was promptly snatched by his little brother and devoured, due to Axl deciding to take a shower. As far as Angus was concerned anything on the kitchen table in the morning was fair game. No probs I said I’ll make you another one, which was swiftly eaten by his sister, while he busied himself getting ready. Not to worry I said at his amused yet slightly flummoxed face. Knowing Ella would be titivating up stairs and Angus would be busy being Luke Skywalker outside, I sat down and talked to him while he pushed his roll around his plate.
 
We rambled on about non important stuff for a while and how he enjoyed playing against his dad in a football match last weekend, a conversation that had us both smiling, boys will be boys. All too soon we had to be leaving for school.
 

It was only when we got to school, that I saw my reflection in the windows. My hair was a mess and I had just thrown on the first thing that came to hand, not a good combination and to make matters worse I had lost my eyes due to the pollen count, they now were very swollen and red. This was not a trend setter moment. Well when I got home and saw in detail the full effect of it all, I was horrified.

While I tried to occupy my day I looked back on the conversation we had and at the way things had turned out with the disappearing bacon rolls, I smiled, that inward warm smile. I know that he would’ve already forgotten the little time we had spent together. I was now being replaced by a non-fiction English paper, such is life.

All of it was worth it though, looking like a tired old lady and cooking a mound of bacon knowing the one who it was meant for, would just take a mouthful, if that. Just to see his face relax into that familiar boy again, smiling at his mum, worth every wrinkle?