When I wrote yesterday that I was taking a days’ holiday to do the school run I was playing my day down a little. I was indeed on a school run, but to Rugby taking Bob for an interview with his prospective housemaster. A colleague, in all seriousness, remarked to me that this must simply be a formality and that his place at the school was assured. You what?!! Nothing could be further from the truth. Longer term recipients of this email will appreciate that Bob’s elder siblings have not exactly enjoyed an unblemished record either in an academic or pastoral sense. It is not telling too many stories out of school so to speak to recall the fact that Hen once failed to turn up for the practical leg of her Drama GCSE opting instead to attend a polo practice session; got rusticated having been caught smoking on police CCTV....nope....don’t get me started on this tack. In any case it is hardly fair to blame them on the fact that Bob’s admission was no given. Hours of preparation and grooming, and £85 spent on a pair of new shoes in an emergency visit to a shop when we got to Rugby, had managed to get him looking just about presentable, but as we stood nervously in an austere, wooden floored study with the footsteps of the Housemaster announcing his imminent arrival there was a loud crash as something fell out of Bob’s pocket onto the floor. Thankfully the Housemaster, coming through the door at that very moment, presumed one of us had dropped our mobile phone. For my part I was rather proud at how skilfully and quickly I managed to stoop and retrieve a knife which, even by the demanding standards of Bob’s armoury, had to be described as substantial.
Talking about young boys, and OK I admit I am a bit of a name-dropper and never shy to let you know when I have been brushing shoulders with the rich and famous, who should I find myself sitting next to at lunch today, but Jonathan King, appropriately enough at a Chinese restaurant in Queensway.
Hurrah for Friday though I don’t mind telling you I am little nervous ahead of my first ever day cavorting over the Leicestershire countryside tomorrow. My back has barely recovered from the last time I was out on a horse. On on.......
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