Peter spent about four hours on Friday evening churning through his assignments before putting it away and changing into something more casual. On Sunday, soon after lunchtime, Peter changed out of his civvies and into his school uniform before having a second bash at his huge pile of homework. As usual, he sits in front of his laptop at the dining table with his books and paperwork spread out on either side. One of the reasons he’s got a dressing table in his room is so he can use it as a desk, but it’s not big enough for anything more than his laptop and a mouse.
As is the norm, Peter’s mother periodically pops her head around the door to check on him. She asks if he’s getting on OK, offers him a drink or a snack and checks that he’s not watching YouTube videos instead of studying. “Those tights are laddered.” she notices.
“Yeah… all my others are in the wash.” Peter replied.
“And those should be in the bin.” his mother retorted. “Couldn’t you have worn socks instead?”
“I prefer tights.” Peter replied. “Anyway its winter.” he added. His mother sighed and exited, only to return a moment later with a pair of knee socks. “Oh mu-um.” he whined when she made him remove his tights and don the socks. He made sure the tops were level and the patterns weren’t twisted before looking to his mother for approval.
“Much better.” she smiled. “I do like you in white knee socks.”
“I’d prefer plain ones.” Peter moaned as he slipped his shoes on. An electronic noise emanated from his laptop, alerting him to a message. It popped up in the corner of the screen and reads; Have you seen Rogue One yet? It’s from Noel. “Can I reply?” Peter asked his mother.
“Yes I suppose… no more than five minutes though… then it’s back to your studies.” she replied. “You sure you don’t want a drink?” she asked.