The usual mayhem

Meanwhile, I had an in-depth conversation with rebel daughter who told me that she could see why her dad fell for me because, apparently, of my "big blue eyes" which portray "my great personality". I am not sure she was being entirely sincere. I have been told that I need to find some dungarees, a check shirt and some wellies for 1940s day next week, plus create some sort of gas mask box and a "1940s picnic" in a brown paper bag. I have also just checked the school calendar that they have sent round only to find that big girl daughter’s play is at 3.30pm on a Thursday. Thursdays are BAD. It could be that neither her dad or I can come. In fact, I was going to take that day off one of my jobs to go to the other one’s Christmas party and I was really looking forward to it because I NEVER get out any more.

Big girl daughter is very excited about the nativity play. I am not entirely sure what she is going to be, but she tells me that her teacher has let her choose and she has chosen an angel. I said that I knew how to make angel wings [I did drama at school and created hundreds of angel costumes for a medieval play]. She looked a bit dubious. "Couldn’t we just buy a costume, Mummy?" Those kids have no sense of the joy of making costumes. I was thinking coat hangers, sequins, a bit of sheet, her old bridesmaid dress and a crown of tinsel. Who thinks I am not ready for Christmas? Bring it on…