Tuesday, May 22, 2012

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Posted by dulwichmum on Tue 14 August 2007

This evening I received an alarming phone call from my lovely pregnant friend Imogen who lives on nearby Croxted Road. Her darling girl Saskia is simply the love of my five year old son’s life.

Imogen told me how very distressed she is that my baby Freya will no longer be in Saskia’s class this September as she is off to School 1. Freya is a big girl now, and too old for nursery school. Darling Imogen is almost five months pregnant, and has been missing her perfect children all summer as they have been at camp until 5.30pm every day, escorted there by their full-time nanny. It seems to me that Imogen has had rather too much time on her hands to ponder of late…

“I have been watching you coast by my house on the top floor of the number 3 bus every morning – off to your super job, dressed up to the nines, you never, ever even wave to me,” she lamented.

“But I have been on holiday and working from home for most of the break,” I replied.

“But surely this evening, that was you on the upstairs of the number 3 bus,” she shrieked, “please tell me it was you,” she insisted…

“Why no dear heart,” I answered in a puzzled tone. “I came home from London Bridge on the train this evening, as I had a meeting there at the end of the day…”

“OHMYGOD,” shrieked Imogen, “I have been so very bored of late, and convinced myself you were ignoring me. I opened my bath robe and flashed at you from my bedroom as the bus was coasting by this evening,” she confessed.

“I wish it had been me, sweetie, how very embarrassing. I wonder what the passengers thought,” I laughed.

“Actually,” replied Imogen, “several people looked rather alarmed I must admit. Perhaps we should move house, we shall need another bedroom soon anyway.”

“Perhaps you should move,” I agreed.

Poor Imogen will lower the tone of SE21 if she is not careful. When I saw her there in her bathrobe this evening I really could not decide upon a remedy, I was actually considering calling her GP, her husband or the police… Now it seems the situation shall sort itself out! I really hate a scandal. Dulwich does not belong in the Daily Mail…

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