“Mackenzie is invited to Alex’s birthday party – even though he wasn’t invited to Mackenzie’s”. This kind, nay, thoughtful invitation was issued by Alex’s mum Joy at the school gates this morning. Taken aback somewhat, I enquired when the party would be. “This afternoon, straight from nursery, at Alex’s grandmothers house in West Dulwich”. Ah, I suspect we’re making up the numbers.
This was confirmed to me during a discussion with Alison, mum of Tom and Mac’s best friend. Tom was invited only minutes before Mac was because, Alison informs me, Nike and Ali had pulled out mysteriously this morning, both with “stomach upsets”. “Come on, it’ll be a laugh!” Alison said as we watched Joy hand round the address of her mother-in-law and marshalling the parents and their offspring into “not bringing any tat please, if you can’t find an original and educational present, then please put some money in an envelope.”.
That’s that then, I’m off to put £10 (£5?) into an envelope and Alison is heading off to the pound shop to get some plastic toy soldiers with dangerously sharp swords and guns.