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Daughterly Duties
Mar. 2nd, 2003 12:00 amMy mum is serving a year as Chair (or Chairman as she would say as she thinks Chair is PC nonsense) of the South Western Region of the Institute of Structural Engineers. She gets to wear a Chain of Office and everything.
In her capacity as Chair she has to go to several dinners, and a problem arises in that my Dad being a grumpy bastard, (but a lovable grumpy bastard), won't go with her. With some of them it's OK as she can go on her own, but two, one in Bristol and one in London she really needs a partner for. So I'm going. Which is good as I'm getting a new outfit out of it, the London one being v. posh and me having nothing suitable.
This week I got a letter from the wife of the President of the ISE, inviting me to coffee at the Wardolf Hotel with all the other wives of Chairmen, and then a tour around the Art Deco exhibition at the V&A. My first response was to laugh, as it all seemed a little Hyacinth Bucket. I mean for a start everyones going to be at least twenty years older than me. And I've never been to the Wardolf, but it sounds posh. And I'm not.
But we have to be in London early as Mum has a meeting in the morning prior to the dinner, so I have to choice of wandering around London on my own, (which does appeal slightly) or going to the V&A (which I love) to see an Art Deco exhibition (which I also love.)
I am however on my reply slip, very carefully crossing out the Name of Spouse, and replacing it with Name of Mother.
Got my first pair of new glasses today since, um... April 99. It is so nice to be able to see again without my eye feeling as they're straining to focus. Frames are going to take a bit of getting used to as they're quite different shape to my old ones. They're Ralph Lauren, unfotunately, as I hate Ralph Lauren, but I liked the design, and they looked OK on me. I really liked some Nicole Farlhi(sp?) frames - they looked really amazing on the self, but looked crap on me. :-(
In her capacity as Chair she has to go to several dinners, and a problem arises in that my Dad being a grumpy bastard, (but a lovable grumpy bastard), won't go with her. With some of them it's OK as she can go on her own, but two, one in Bristol and one in London she really needs a partner for. So I'm going. Which is good as I'm getting a new outfit out of it, the London one being v. posh and me having nothing suitable.
This week I got a letter from the wife of the President of the ISE, inviting me to coffee at the Wardolf Hotel with all the other wives of Chairmen, and then a tour around the Art Deco exhibition at the V&A. My first response was to laugh, as it all seemed a little Hyacinth Bucket. I mean for a start everyones going to be at least twenty years older than me. And I've never been to the Wardolf, but it sounds posh. And I'm not.
But we have to be in London early as Mum has a meeting in the morning prior to the dinner, so I have to choice of wandering around London on my own, (which does appeal slightly) or going to the V&A (which I love) to see an Art Deco exhibition (which I also love.)
I am however on my reply slip, very carefully crossing out the Name of Spouse, and replacing it with Name of Mother.
Got my first pair of new glasses today since, um... April 99. It is so nice to be able to see again without my eye feeling as they're straining to focus. Frames are going to take a bit of getting used to as they're quite different shape to my old ones. They're Ralph Lauren, unfotunately, as I hate Ralph Lauren, but I liked the design, and they looked OK on me. I really liked some Nicole Farlhi(sp?) frames - they looked really amazing on the self, but looked crap on me. :-(
