On Thursday Night BB finished her university term. She stood in front of an audience at the Albany in Deptford – great venue -and sung with her hastily got together band.
She was messy and antsy but my goodness when she opened her gob to sing I cried, her sister cried, her father cried, her friends cried, Nathan and Jonathan shed a tear and her grandmother pledged her life savings to her.
That was Thursday.
The weekend was spent realising that she had finished three years in as little time as it takes to make a quick brew with a ROOIBOSH tea bad.
We had no hot water, the boiler blew, so we had to shed a tear with kettles and saucepans of boling water, poured into the bath and cooled down with freezing tap water.
Today I did jealousy, envy and competitiveness on the programme. I wanted to know just how damaging a mother like me can be. The need for the daughter to be brilliant but happy. Successful but fulfilled. Clever but balanced etc. etc.
I found out I was perfectly normal and that when you give a child roots and wings they are grounded and then they fly.
Thank goodness for Jim, the ‘oosbind with the calmest of demeanours. Tonight I am feeling the excitement for the girl at the beginning of a wonderful life. Am I coveting her life, suffering from jealousy envy or competitiveness?
No I’m exhausted and delighted that she can get on with her life and all being well lend me a few bob.
Worra a weekend….