"How do I get to Wilmslow?"
He looked at me with that look of disdain men have for women who can't remember how to get somewhere that they went once eight years ago. After receiving instructions that involved driving under the runway at Manchester Airport, which sounded a little scary, I set off. I knew I was approaching Wilmslow when I found myself surrounded by BMW 4 x 4s. Then, I had to laugh, I passed "The Aga Shop"! I didn't know there was such a thing as an Aga Shop! Then I saw a stretched Hummer drive past at the lights! I recovered my composure and found somewhere to park.
I found the restaurant and went in. I was the only one there. Is it something to do with being a teacher that I turn up to things on time? I texted husband to say I'd been stood up and he replied "Come home then, I'm doing pie and beans". I don't think so!
Well, the others eventually arrived and remember I once wrote about the different groups of mums: cliques, freaks and geeks? Well the cliques and geeks were there; the freaks must have stayed at home. The cliques admired each other's clothes and jewellery, drank vodka shots and left early to hit the bars of Wilmslow while us geeks talked about mundane stuff, drank our lemonade and left early to go to bed!! I was giggling all the way home.
Anyway, during the conversation I suddenly realised that I am sadly lacking in the mummy department. How could I be so cruel? How could I have ignored my daughter's needs?
What am I talking about?
Well, I don't have daughter signed up after school every day for ballet, French lessons, Kumon maths, skiing lessons, cheerleading (yes, really!), riding lessons, ice skating, drama,.............
Apparently, welly wanging on the green outside our house doesn't count!