Lost opportunity

At the weekend, in an effort to relieve the tension of the impending 2nd interview for another prestigious local independent pre-prep for Freya, we decided to go out for Sunday lunch. Along with our good chums Sandra and Alex and their two darling children, we made tracks for a lovely local pub - The Crown and Greyhound in Dulwich Village. Our children have never been to a pub before, but Sunday lunch at 'The Dog' is heralded locally as being the most family friendly venue around and we had a marvelous time. We forgot our stress and had lots of fun with our children.

This morning prior to the assessment at 9.30 am, Freya (Mini-me) made explicit the reward (bribe) she required in exchange for attending the interview. Praise the Lord she was more than reasonable (James had been visualising a trip to Gambado in Beckenham wearing his bespoke Ozwald Boateng suit).

'Can we go back to the Crown and Big Hound for coffee and chocolate milk straight after the sassessment?', she asked.

'The Crown and Greyhound, or just simply The Pub (I corrected) and of course we can darling girl', I assured her.

James and I greeted the Head Mistress with terrified fixed grins, and she kindly endeavoured to put us at our ease.

'What are you going to do for the morning when you have finished here?' she asked Freya, who replied;

'Mummy and daddy are taking me to the pub for a drink'. It was 9.20 am! I kid you not... OHMYGOD!

I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself. It is official, all is lost.

Ah well, we tried our best.