The Tenors of Opera

This evening at Beavers, all the little Beaver cubs are allowed to bring a friend. This is to encourage new recruits to this burgeoning little group.

My son, who usually goes to after school club before hand, has invited his little friend G, who doesn't go to after school club. So I suggested to Mother On Whose Shoulder I Dropped My Head (really must find her another name), G's mum, that today I would pick both boys up from school. I told the school my son wouldn't attend after school club. I told her I'd tidy up.

Bless my son, he has four little best friends, but rarely, rarely do any of them come to play. He goes to them.

Back in reception Ugly said to me "He'll probably get teased sharing a room with you," and since our spat back then, her son has never been allowed to come and play. I don't trust her with mine.

My son would ask Media parents child, but one day in Year 1, little A said his mother said our place was "too dangerous."

Fortunately Juggling Mum and Mother On Whose Shoulder I Dropped My Head don't hold any such prejudices but all these children have activities on different days after school so it is tricky to arrange anything anyway.

Back in reception, in order to somehow emotionally protect my son and the awful heartache he'd come home with, I started to say that as soon as the flat was tidy, I'd sort something out for him. Two years on he understands more than I'd want him to and rarely does he ask a friend, any friend now, to come and play. Partly my fault for not encouraging it.

However, today he has a friend coming over so I must tidy up, really tidy up, clear as much space as possible. I, as you know, I need music to get started on such things. Yesterday when I was buying electricity in a Camden Newsagent, I spied CD's for 99p. I treated myself to 'The Tenors Of Opera".

I played it softly this morning while my son played his psp.
"Do you like it?" I asked him when he'd switched off his game.
"Not really, I like sweets! I like Match Attacks!"

I, on the other hand, love opera! In a minute, I'm going to play the CD really loudly, really fecking loudly. I love opera when its so loud, so fecking loud, you can feel your heart tear out of your body and cradle the sky!

I need to put all my heart into this job today, may even shove on Verdi's "La Traviata" if it all takes too long. It is with some luck, some luck indeed, that the neighbour isn't in.