I have officially put myself forward to be the Secretary of the school Friends Committee. A thousand thanks to Elizabeth for taking care of the children so that I could attend the meeting tonight.
It was a strange experience. So often I find myself in situations that seem surreal. I remember having Christmas lunch in Tokyo with the British ambassador's wife who was telling a story about the corgis playing up the last time she dined with the Queen. In the middle of the story I had an out of body experience and I seemed to be looking at myself sitting at the table and saying "Kathy Black, how the fuck did you get here?!" It was the same tonight. One moment I was listening to a discussion about the new surfacing material for the playground and the next I was floating above the meeting wondering when I had moved to Stepford.
Because all of the cliches are true. The same scenarios must be playing out at parent/teacher groups all over the world. I think the highlight of tonight's meeting was when one of the mum's suggested that the sweatshirts which form part of the school uniform are a bit expensive and perhaps we should look for a different supplier. She was silenced by another mum snapping "Well, if you want something made in a third world country!" Oh, it gets dirty on the Friends Committee.
So, soon I'll be driving a Volvo station wagon and plotting to overthrow the Chair of the Friends Committee with a politically charged coup based on her use of margarine rather than real butter in the cakes she submits for the bake sale. Stand back.
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2 comments:
oh lord. as soon as you get 2 matching chocolate labs and start tying a sweater around your shoulders I'm going to have to put my foot down.
volvos are very nice, dependable cars, I'll have you know.
you are most welcome - thank you as well! i'd write more but i'm too busy yelling at the help.
xx
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