Do you want a biscuit? NO... Do you want a juice? NO... Well what do you want? I WANT A SWORD!!! Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Let’s start from the beginning. Last night, my little gem, all of seven years old informs me that tomorrow is Tudor day and where is his outfit? Errrrr... “What outfit?” I naturally ask.. “The Tudor outfit” he kindly replies... by this time, I am throwing things out of his school bag trying to lay my hands on a letter that I’m so hoping isn’t hiding somewhere at the bottom of his bag, along with goodness knows what other germ infested things.
My hand closes on a screwed up piece of paper and I cringe.
Now as all mums know, there is an art to displaying emotions that you don’t really feel... so although, as I read the letter I am practically having a heart attack.. I smile to my precious little boy and say “Ah, here we go...I must have forgotten all about it” my heart is nearly jumping out of my chest and my brain is trying to work out how on earth I’m going to miraculously produce a Tudor costume in less than 12 hours!
So, I send him off to his room to do his homework and my gosh, I’m on the phone in supersonic speed. “Help” I say to my best friend, whom by the way, is one of those super organised people who always has just what you need in their handbag and for some reason, is able to get even the most irate person to lap at her feet within five minutes of meeting her, not that I’m jealous at all!.. “What have you done now?” she says... Now, there is a reason she asked this, as only last week I required her help to re-plaster the ceiling of my bedroom after an attempt to clean up the attic went slightly wrong... but that’s another story.. So, I explain the problem to her and she tells me to phone the local costume hire shop and collect one from there.. Why didn’t I think of that?
After practically tipping the whole bookshelf over, I have the directory in one hand and the phone in the other... “Hello” says the nice lady from the shop.. “Hello” I say.. “I don’t suppose you have a Tudor outfit in stock do you?” she is quiet and my heart starts pounding again.. “Erm, no” she says “we did have, but the last one got taken out this afternoon” my voice has gone and there is silence... “Are you ok?” she asks... Nooooooooo my head is screaming... “There must be something going on in school” she adds... I manage to squeeze out a “Thank you anyway” and then my head falls in my hands and I want to cry!
Big breath in... Hold... breathes out!! And it’s back on the phone to my ever patient best friend.
“Ok, no big disaster” she says... “I will pop round in a bit”... Fifteen minutes later she has a white sheet whipped into some kind of tunic, produces brown laces from her bag to fashion a belt... And has my little boy whirling round the room quite happy in his new costume!
Her words as she left... “As I said no big disaster”
Until Tomorrow!
