thats my wee precious got his visa im so jelous i wish it was me hes off in septemeber he reckons poor wee boy i was all thats keeping him here iv told him just go i wish i went when i was younger i hate this place once hes away iv nothing to be here for not one thing is important enough now to stay here wonder where i could go what can i do i wish i was as smart as my boy but the teachers in my day were old age pensioners who were hopeless the guv let us down with crap teachers some must hav been good i can spell but its maths im not to hot at, but i got plenty svq`s later at college