Hello, and welcome to my blog.
Yesterday, was our annual “rush home from work only to rush straight out again because we need to get a parking space at some random school where our child is singing in a concert” night. It’s always a fraught affair, as we never ever get there early enough to get a seat in the audience anywhere near the stage, but every year we set of in high hopes that things will be different.
This year, things were the same.
We arrived at St. Osmosis (or whatever it was called) and took our child to the classroom where the rest of her school mates who were taking part were waiting. The concert was a number of children from various schools singing individual songs and group songs, all around a central theme. This year’s theme was peace and unity, as it is 100 years since the end of World War One.
Once again, we had to sit miles away from the stage (just like we had park way away from the school). I presume that the reason for this was that all the pushy parents were camped outside the school since 2pm on the day, like people waiting for the latest iPhone to go on sale, and then they rushed in to grab all the seats so that they can take multiple photographs of darling little Tarquin or Persephone, as they sing and pout just like they made them practice for six hours every day because all that matters is being the best, when you have no personality.
Soon enough, all the children from the seven different schools filed into the sports hall where the concert was taking place. As they did, each of the children looked for their parents, and vice versa. Across the crowd, it looked like when people do that thing where they don’t stand up fully, but just rise up a little bit – like when a crowd at a football match watch a player approach the goal. They don’t do it all at the same time, but you see one or two at a time bob up expectantly – and then pockets of people bob up all other the place. While they were bobbing about looking for the child, they had (for some reason) a look on their faces like people looking for their baggage on the carousel at the airport – trying to remember what shape and colour it is, but knowing it’s got a dent in it. We saw our little cherub – who decided to dispense with the usual smile and wave, and responded to our waving by sticking her tongue out.
I blame her mother.
The concert was very enjoyable. All the children sung very well, and some of the songs were complicated. Our child did very well – despite spending much of the time pulling faces at me (I was reciprocating) or fiddling with her hair, uniform, or biting her nails. Despite this, I cannot adequately explain just how proud I was to see my child – I genuinely felt like my heart would burst out of my chest. Yes, it was just an inter-school concert, but my child has a few struggles in life, and had a rough year last year health wise, and it was so lovely to see her singing and smiling.
Can’t wait until next year!
Mind you, by next year I will be a millionaire!!. The other day, I was fortunate enough to receive an email from Jacob Wunder, the Account Director in United Bank of Africa (UBA) Ghana. Mr Wunder wrote to me to tell me how I would get almost half of a $12.8m fortune, that he has found (found!?) in the bank. I quote:
“In my Department here at the bank, I discover an abandoned sum of US$12.8M United State Dollars. The money belongs to one of our biggest customer whose name is General Valery Mikhaylovich Khalilov from Russia. The late General died on 25th December, 2016 on a plane crash en-route to Syrian where a civil war is going on since 2011.His plane crashed into the Black Sea off Sochi, Russia. I contacted you to enable both of us claim this US$12.8M United State Dollars,and have it transferred into your account in your country.”
How amazing is that! All that money being discovered 18 months after old General Khalilov snuffed it on Christmas Day. I wonder if he got to open his Presents? Jacob Wunder went on to explain what I need to do to get my hands on the money – and explained how easy it would be:
“No other person will know about this business deal, not even my colleagues in my bank will know about this golden opportunity which I want you to partake with me. Make sure you keep everything confidential, until we have the fund claimed and wired into your bank account.It is 100% risk free, this is because I have mapped out a guideline and procedure to use in claiming this fund on your names. You will be presented as the rightful next of kin to late General Valery Mikhaylovich Khalilov.”
So all I need to do is pretend to be the General’s son! That’s easy! I can find a Russian army uniform on Ebay, get some medals, and before you can say “Perestroika” I’ll be rich beyond my wildest dreams!!
Apparently, there is a small form to fill out – but my new best mate Jacob Wunder assures me it’s a formality to ensure we have the full trust of each other: “I will send you an agreement, you will study it sign and I will also sign it. When we have endorsed the agreement, both of us will have full trust on each other”
So, watch this space!
I’m in the money, I’m in the money…..