Suspended From Class

Me and 'er indoors have just finished watching the third series of Six Feet Under - it gets better and better and better and no more said.
But, anyway, the boy started secondary school this week. It's a kind of get the new kids in kind of start as they new intake went in yesterday and today and then return with all the rest of the students on Monday.
Sooo, what happened on the boy's first day? He only got sent out of one of the classes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
He claims that he could see the IT teacher about to start the lesson and panicked because he (the boy) realised that he had left his pencil case along with coat about three yards away. So, up got the boy to fetch said pencil case and teacher ordered his removal from class "until you sort yourself out."
The boy, unfortunately, thought that was amusing because the teacher "didn't realise that that meant it was good cos I missed about 15 minutes of a boring class."
Stern talk followed by parent and the boy now realises that teacher is, quite rightly, putting a marker down that no-one fucks about in his class. The boy also says that the teacher was also quite good cos he had chat with him and, at the end, said that he didn't quite realise that the boy was only trying to make sure that he had all his equipment at the ready. So, all's well that ends well.
The big point is, he loves his new school. And his mater and pater are, obviously, dead proud of the boy, seeing him beginning the next stage of his journey in life. I, of course, have already seen him reach higher nirvana by the very fact that he just about hit the ceiling when Thompson scored his thunderbolt last Sunday, but that's not important right now.
I got back to work today, but only for today, cos I'm off tomorrow and have to go visit hospital on Friday.
My intention tomorrow is to take the boy and his mate off for a day into town and do some of those touristy things that Londoners usually take for granted but would really like to visit, but we'll have to wait to see if that actually happens.
Friday's another kettle of fish altogether.
I'll be visiting the local hospital to get a camera shoved down my throat - not sure if I'm going to like that somehow! But you never know.