The beginning

Posted by dulwichmum on Mon 29 January 2007

I have always been a very busy person. All through my teens and twenties, I partied hard and was having the time of my life until I read Bridget Jones’ Diary - well what a wake-up call that was! I subsequently read an article in The Evening Standard on the way home from work one evening about the phenomena of increasing numbers of ageing career women, alone and childless in London. The following weekend I remember an article in The Style supplement of The Sunday Times, lamenting the increasing age of first time mothers and decreasing fertility due to oestrogenisation of the environment.

The following Monday, I went straight to WH Smith in Victoria and bought myself a copy of ‘The Rules’, and decided the party was over, it was time to settle down. This was an environmental disaster I intended to avoid.

I was living at the time in Gainsboro Court on Tollgate Drive in the heart of Dulwich. Miss Kate Bancroft (a barrister) and I rented a wonderful old mansion flat, ate at Michelin stared restaurants, attended every corporate event of the season (Wimbledon, Ascot, Henley, Polo), with dashing eligible men. Increasingly the men who were showing us attention, were married to someone else. I would not ever intentionally date a married man, but Miss Bancroft – enjoyed the title ‘Mistress’ on more than one occasion.

Shortly after reading ‘Men are from Mars’ I met James at a charity ball. He was a complete contradiction, – he had kind eyes, but he point blank refused to buy me so much as a drink! I was hooked. When I tried my usual line:

‘What do you do?,‘

- in order to assess his earning potential – he would not play the game, and told me that he worked in ‘Comet’ selling printers.

‘A noble profession’ – I purred through gritted teeth.

I decided to marry him there and then. It was love……

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 Sounds

Posted by dulwichmum on Sun 28 January 2007

On Friday evening at school pick up, several of the mothers were conversing about how much the little ones hate doing their ‘Sounds Book’ homework (which is an exercise designed to help them with their reading).

‘Tom really hates The Sounds Book - it causes arguments in our house every evening. I really find this piece of homework particularly difficult’ - said Sandra.

‘Yes, every night at bed time Edward refuses to do his Sounds Book – it is just the worst struggle’ - agreed Yasmin.

‘At seven pm every night, James does the whole homework, reading and bedtime routine thing’ I confessed, ashamed (I have no idea if The Sounds Book is a struggle – I really am a dreadful mother).

The only thing I struggle with each evening, is trying to resist until 7pm – the wonderful noise of a cork being drawn from a bottle. Seven pm, a respectable hour – the sound of children’s footsteps on the stairs with their daddy, and I am to be found standing by the wine chiller.

Pop…..
My work is done. All is well. We survived another day in Dulwich.

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