Yesterday afternoon I went to my sons nursery for his leaving party. He actually has one more week to attend but nonetheless his leaving 'performance' was then.
My ex wife 'to-be' was there too. Absolutely ZERO awkwardness as ever between us, in fact we were laughing and joking like the old times. My one concern was 'DON'T CRY...DON'T CRY' when the kids entered and lined up upon their paper graduation hats and received their rolled up paper parchments. I was so glad to be there for this ultimately pointless procedure. I had been led to believe that they were doing a sort of play or something but in actual fact they sang three very short songs and then had tea outside. Still it was nice watching him not know which one of us to beam a smile at first. As his mum and I caught up on each others family bullshit my son would be heard shouting "my mummy and daddy.....look at this"
It's such a big deal to me that she and I can spend time in the same room without a hitch. There was an awkward moment of heartbreak almost when one of the nursery girls gave us a binder from his first weeks at nursery called 'my family'. The girl said "Now I realise things might have changed since but this is his family folder". Thinking about it now makes me want to cry ....at the time I didn't even look at it.
But back to the good side, I was glad that there was no performance from the kids as I would have been in floods of tears.
After that I went to the cinema and watched my first BOLLYWOOD film ever called EK THA TIGER. The ticket seller pointed out that this was a Bollywood film and asked, did I realise that?
I really enjoyed it I'm glad to say and will give it a glowing review.
It was a shame that straight after I watched KEITH LEMON THE MOVIE which was utter shite.
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