The school called me at work the other week. I was at a meeting. “They’ll just have to call Mr. Waffle,” I thought. Ten minutes later, Mr. Waffle called me. I thought I’d better step out and see what was up.
The school were incandescent. Daniel’s friends had shaved his head, at school, on the school premises, for a bet. He was €40 richer and a lot balder. They all got detention and missed the school sports day (his last as they don’t have one in 6th year, a shame) although one of them was unwise enough to point out to the authorities that there is no rule preventing shaving a school mate’s head during break. Unsurprisingly, this did not help.
It’s growing back and he has gone from bald to new army recruit at this point. Will he get the top of his head burnt when he goes to Rome for the week on Friday? Yes, yes, he will. Will his host family recognise him when they were expecting a floppy haired blond boy? That remains to be seen.
School is now over for this year. We can only rejoice.
