When I was at school there was no such thing as a school prom, the idea hadn’t yet arrived and anyway as children of the 70s we were more comfortable dancing to the music of Saturday Night Fever at a disco (yes I am showing my age here). Earlier in the year when my son first brought home the letter giving details about the prom he first of all said it wasn’t his scene then swiftly moved on to the thought that he wasn’t a suit type of person and why couldn’t he wear jeans? Since then thankfully (though jeans might have been cheaper) he has thrown himself into the whole prom idea, and here is the result. A pretty handsome lad even if I do say so myself!

The event was held at the conferencing facility of a local stately home, so they had a great setting and luckily for once we had good weather so they were able to enjoy time outside in the grounds. What else he and his friends got up to is not really for me to know, but apparently a great time was had by all. So that is the end of year 11, now we just have to wait for the exam results in August.