Other woman

Last nights a friend arranged a girly get together. I should have known better, she has a beautiful warm house and does everything with such style and femininity. Arriving in jeans and heavy soled boots was not a good move. It was a freezing cold night and the roads were like a bottle, it would have been so much easier just to stay put!!! But I had totally forgotten how fantastic spending an evening in the company of other woman could be. A gallery owner, an environmentalist, a potter, a counsellor, 2 teachers, a yoga instructor, a yummy mummy, a soprano. a designer and me. Intelligent, beautiful, warm, funny, sarcastic and interesting, haven't had so much fun in ages. All suitably horrified at the my eldest child's £318 i-tunes downloading habit, the downloaded pornography that no one in our house will 'fess up for, the empty biscuit tins, the trails of wet/muddy/smelly clothes ( and that was just from the tallest child who apparently accepted a bet to skate the length of the school rugby pitch in his socks at lunchtime) He said he did it to make some money to pay me back - his trousers came out of the washing machine dryer than they went in.........Anyway a dose of sisterhood was liberating even if no-one else complains about their kids as much as me -either they are more loyal to their off spring or mine are the worst culprits!! either way I don't feel so laden down by them today.