I am back from a two-day whirlwind trip to London. The launch party for Ciao Bella was much more fun than Hell’s Kitchen, although that wouldn’t be too difficult. It even made it into the Peter Kay column of the Daily Mail, albeit a tiny story, right at the bottom of the page, that you need a magnifying glass to spot.
The big news this moring is that Jose Mourinho has left Chelsea. This may not matter to most of you, but for us it’s the end of an era. Rupert is an avid Chelsea fan and the children have become fans too.
“Who will take over?” I asked as I brought Rupert his morning tea.
“I will,” replied Olivia. “I’m good at football.”
In my view she has the attributes a tough manager of a world-famous football club needs. Yesterday she and her father went for a picnic on some mountains behind our house. It is a rough terrain and a steep walk. She complained on the way up but once there was delighted and suggested they spend the night. A more inhospitable mattress than the charred water-starved grass round here would be hard to find. But that didn’t worry her. In the end though she decided against staying. Why?
“We don’t have our pyjamas.”
On their way home they stopped at the local goat’s farm to get some milk. It was taking rather a long time, and Rupert started to get ratty.
“Don’t be so impatient like I am,” said Olivia.
So she is also aware of her faults. What more do you need for the job?
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007