Surfing In London

Wasn't spring supposed to arrive? We woke up this morning surrounded by a wall of fog. Then it started pouring again, and it lasted all day long. I feel cheated. This bad weather should be over by now.

On top of this, I seem to be spending most of my days running all over London because my daughters' schools keep coming up with brilliant new ideas such as 'oh, your children need to dress up as a book character tomorrow ' or 'bake sale this Friday-please bring cakes' or 'next week project will be building a Viking boat in cardboard' -as if an 8-year-old could do this. In France, you don't get involved with schools except for drop-off and pick up. Bliss. Well, not over here. Honestly, you could work full time -without being paid, of course-, running various errands for the school. It is simply too much. British mums are unsung heroes - they have to endure all the school initiatives and stay in a good mood. I am pleased to say that a few girls were not dressed up today -it proves that we are all humans. All these initiatives are supposed to be for your offspring's own good. But where does it stop? And frankly, is it worth all the efforts? What has a Viking boat built by mum got to do with a child's academic future?

Anyway, as I was running around, I witnessed a surreal scene. It was so unexpected that I didn't even think of taking a picture. Two guys were hailing a black cab, in the rain. The taxi saw them and stopped. But they struggled to enter their surfboards in the car. Yes, you read that right: they had a surfboard with them, right in the middle of rainy London.

That's exactly what I need: a surfing break. Am I the only mum who would like a holiday all by herself in a sunny place to take a break from the duties of being a mum? I dreamed about swapping places with them: they will find a costume for my daughter and I will go surfing somewhere warm surrounded by fit men. Happy Mother’s day, everyone!