Bleak outlook…

Posted by dulwichmum on Tue 8 December 2009

Last night I met some colleagues in central London, for Christmas drinks. As I travelled home afterwards alone, sur le train, I overheard two long haired girlies who chatted enthusiastically and mentioned that that they had just left the prestigious independant school that my darling girl attends! Their conversation was so very enlightening. They greeted eachother with “Mwah, mwah”, then lots of enthusiastaic jumping about and screeching: “OHMYGOD!” and “super,” and “OK yah!”

“Are you enjoying your gap year?”

“Are you enjoying uni? OHMYGOD, are you still living at home? How embarassing for you, wouldn’t it be far more fun in halls?”

“Yah, it is not how I imagined it. It is, like, such hard work.”

“OHMYGOD, how frightful. Your parents are sooo strict too, my mother always said that about your parents, they are far too strict, and they are poor aren’t they? You live in Streatham – bless!”…

“And where have you been travelling? What have you been doing?”

“I have been backpacking, fabulous, yah, and studying too, I am sure to be offered a place at Oxford next year, but like, hey, I don’t care”…

“Really? Where have you been, what have you been studying?”

“Well I went backpacking…”

“Australia?”

“No, er… Ibiza for a couple of”

“Months?”

“Weeks and then I did a home entertaining course at Leiths for a couple of”

“Months?”

“Hours…”

“OK yah, you are still at home too then”.

“Yah, frightful. I don’t even get to buy my own wine or do my own laundry, it is like, they treat me like a child, the housekeeper does everything, I am so frustrated “(rolls eyes). “But listen to you, hasn’t your accent gone upmarket, you sound sooo pretentious! Look at the rain, the rain is just tipping down and this is my stop”.

“Do you have an umbrella?”

“Don’t need one, I texted the olds, my mum is collecting me, it is frightful, they won’t even allow me to drive my car if I have been drinking.”

“Poor you…” (playing nervously with umbrella).

“Mwah, mwah”.

Aren’t the young people of Dulwich quite delightful (pulls cork from bottle …with teeth)? Look, she had great shoes (shrieks).