Disco Divas, Single Friends and Disobedient Sat Navs

Well.  I survived a car load of teenage girls on their way to a school disco.  Amongst the wall to wall Hollister, Jack Wills and Gill Hicks attire, I drove silently, trying hard to ignore the fact they were practising their mobile phone numbers over and over again in case a boy asked them for their number.  The car was a pleasant mix of just dried nail polish, perfume, hairspray and Katie Perry music blaring from various phones and ipods.  A massive change from the usual sport eau de cologne usually favoured by the male species after a match. 

On arrival at the disco, I doffed my cap and tried to throw them out.  However, twas not to be.  We were ONTIME and they wanted to be FASHIONABLY LATE.  I write this in capitals because that was how it was spoken to me by Only Daughter as she applied some more lip gloss in the dimness of the car.  So, being a good chauffeur and an even better mother, I waited until FASHIONABLY LATE arrived and they all tipped out.  Needless to say I played Bruce Springsteen "Born to Run" all the way home.  At full volume.

Saturday night was, in a way, an extension of Friday's disco run.  Only this time it was with a thirty something single friend/colleague of Absent Husband who was over from Canada on business and managed to escape in her Louboutin shoes to the Cotwolds for a couple of days.  We met her for dinner in her hotel in Lower Slaughter.  She was glamorous, I was Mumsy and Andrew admired the wine list.  It is so nice to meet young single people again, if only to live in hope that when they get married you may be invited to a wedding.  It's been so long since I went to one.  Now I only go to 50ths and 25th wedding anniversaries.    Her tales of singledom, boyfriends (all ice hockey players it would seem) and living in the Ritz in Toronto filled me with downright envy.  And yet I know I have a lovely family and that my skin isn't too flabby.  And besides, I wouldn't be able to walk in those Louboutins - even if I tried.

Today Absent Husband (who by the way isn't that absent these days) and I took ourselves off to RHS Wisley (see what I mean about being old).  Because he was driving, it meant that we took the SATNAV.  I have been to Wisley so many times but no - he doesn't trust me to get him there.  He has to use the SATNAV.  Well - she was wrong - so horribly wrong that I  have to laugh at the memory.  She took us down roads never even used by sheep.  She took us all around the houses and back again.  Did I say a word?  Of course not.  I have known about his love for the SATNAV ever since she came into our life two years ago.  I accept it and turn the other eye.  But maybe one day he'll forget to take her and will realise just how good my map use is.