Wednesday, May 23, 2012

title pic Winners

Posted by dulwichmum on Sun 24 June 2007

Yesterday was a truly eventful day. It seemed so overcast in the morning, the nursery school sports day could so easily have descended into a Cath Kidston meets Glastonbury style mud bath, but no, the rain stayed away and all went well.

Perfect Max and darling Freya did their very best. I won the mothers race (again) in a super Joseph cashmere tracksuit, hurrah (well I really am terribly fit you know)… and James looked like a complete plum in the fathers race. Why do the men take it so very seriously? They thundered past – all clenched fists, beer guts and big red faces expelling aggressive Haka type howls as they charged.

One father who is a well known floppy haired actor, appeared to have been specifically ‘styled’ for the event. He spent most of the morning straining his head to see if “the paps” were about and seemed rather crest fallen that they were not. Clearly he was not aware of the fact that the editor of one of the most notorious Sunday rags was actually standing next to him for most of the morning with a Canon EOS 1DS camera with an L class Lens. Other city boy type daddies had obviously not exercised at all since university, and really should have purchased new shorts for the event… oh dear!

The children invited several chums along to watch James and I air lifted to Ascot. Trotting up Park Hall Road in my super chapeau with my dashing man to liaise with our transport – you will never guess who we met!

You really couldn’t make this up… My big boss was driving past “the local comprehensive school you pay for” with his family in a battered old Mercedes Estate (the most practical car I think with young children). He tooted his horn and pulled over sharply but James and I simply couldn’t stop. I made an effort to greet them but James had my arm and pulled me through the side gate of the College where we were promptly waved off on our helicopter journey by a dozen small boys and their parents. It really was a sickeningly cool spectacle! Yes my hair almost disintegrated with the breeze, and yes BB probably saw my lace underwear again, but these knickers were simply perfect!

We arrived by 12.15, in time to enjoy lunch. I had a bad head this morning when I awoke in James’ capacious suite at The Wyndham Conrad Hotel in Chelsea Harbour, directly opposite Robbie Williams’ penthouse apartment. I used my binoculars to look at his home – he has a telescope looking in exactly this direction! I imagine that in order to see Robbie right now you need to be in rehab too! Please excuse me, I must go and lie down with the windows open on my lovely Frette clad bed…

It is impossible to buy cheek bones like mine, and it is after all one of the laws of nature – survival of the fittest! Yesterday I was truly an Alpha mum, not Beta mum!

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