The over-amplified DJ & the over-sensitive ears . . .

The Valentine Disco didn't go quite to plan . . .
The B's first such social engagement took place last night - an hour-long event, in the main school hall, that started at 6pm. Due to his regular swimming lesson, we didn't get there until 6.15pm. The time upon our arrival home was 6.20pm . . .
For the record, it took us around three-and-a-half minutes to travel back.
So, all in all, not an overwhelming success, the problem being the volume of the music and the over-amplified DJ (think Jerry St Clair from The Phoenix Club, just much louder).
The B has never liked loud things - we encountered similar issues last weekend when, during the Chinese New Year celebrations, someone thought it'd be a good idea to start letting off firecrackers - so really, there was always a good chance that the disco would be a bit of a non-starter.
Still, as I led The B towards the exit, I must admit that, despite having spent all week dreading it, I felt a little sad that, thanks to his over-sensitive ears and chronic exhaustion, he didn't get the chance to join his friends in taking part in an event that he'd been looking forward to all week . . .