The Apprentice has decided that at the age of 23 he's bored of living the life of a sixteen year old. Yippee, does this mean he's going to move out? No such luck. He is looking at "careers". He changes his mind every day, sometimes three times a day, about his chosen path. I thought a year or so of apprenticing to get his full qualifications as an electrician was just the ticket but apparently he is unfulfilled. So he searches on line for new horizons which range from being a lighting designer, theatrical manager, fire alarm engineer or naval engineer. He refers to himself as The Entrepreneur. He wants to start up his own business as an electrical lighting designer cum technician- terrifying but marginally less irritating than having the Village People in my kitchen warbling "Join the Navy tra la la la la .. join the navy" until the prospect of him bobbing about on the open seas in shiny buttons seems quite appealing.
I make sensible suggestions like finding an enterprise scheme for new businesses rather than relying on me for advice. He seems to think I'm doing this too. Oh no sir. I've done my bit - produced it, made shepherds' outfits, baked birthday cakes, written sick notes and essays and sent it to university. I am not setting up a business and flogging myself to death for my son. No I am not. And he's not having my money either.
Mr Smith has become an ostrich. If there's a bit of room in his sand for my head too, I may well join him.
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