The birthplace of British politics?

Thanks to the HMRC (my favourite Government department), I have a bit more time on my hands. This has been quickly swallowed up by a couple of part-time jobs a bit above minimum wage (and 16 hours a week as a minimum in order to receive help with childcare costs – another freak HMRC rule).

For four years I have attended events run by my daughter’s school pta, but have never been able to help due to work and time constraints. So having found myself in the privileged position of ‘lady of leisure’, I have volunteered my time. A few emails and a couple of meetings later and I now have a committee role.

I am very glad to help but feel that I am on the precipice of the deep and dark hole that is ‘Mummy Politics’. I have delved in it before at my daughter’s pre-school and I still bear the scars. You would think that there would be nothing remotely controversial about organising some social and fundraising events for a school? In fact, once involved it is vey difficult to stay in this serene situation because doing anything ‘voluntary’ requires energy, patience, more patience and very very thick skin.

I know of one Mum who resigned from the PTA because she couldnt stand the politics……she remains a parish councillor though.

In fact move over Ed Miliband and David Cameron, if they want to find out more about point-scoring in the run-up to an election campaign they only have to venture into a playground at drop-off time to see the homeland and birthplace of politics.

And I have just said yes to organising the fireworks night (I have issues with saying ‘no’…as expressed in a previous blog hence why I get myself into situations that are very often worth blogging about).

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Runway to school

School run fashion is a serious business.

I know Mums that make a special effort to look good at school in the morning. Its almost like a fashion parade. One Mum had a full face of make-up that wouldnt have looked amiss at a nightclub. She had clearly given a lot of thought to her clothing, layering the latest biker style jacket with coloured jeans and ankle boots…….and this was just for ‘meet the teacher’ morning.

Another Mum wears a completely different style every day. It might be the ‘Madonna does exercise’ look before bootcamp one day, featuring a black baseball cap, white long sleeved sports top and a ‘skort’. The next it will be a long black coat teamed with matching beret. Another day, the 60s ‘Mad Men’ look, with quirky glasses, brogues and turn-ups. In fact I quite like this complete change in fashion, it makes a refreshing change from jeans and a top, no make-up and hair scraped off the face, like most Mums on a weekday morning struggling to get the children out of the house.

This Mum has three children too, so how she fits in styling with breakfasts and getting ready for school, is a marvel and I say good on her, if she has the time and thats her thing then why not?

Sometimes its easy to scoff at Mums who take pride in their appearance. But for some Mums thats all they have got to retain their identity in amongst the daily routines of school runs, cooking, housework and other typical ‘housewife’ duties.

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