The Patience of the Father

Reading Jeremy Clarkson's Times Online blog reminded me of my not-so-close shave with the hyseria that Mamma Mia seemed to induce. It was one morning. I was sat in the office with my boss.

Imagine my concern when H (the chief) turns to me (i am a pub manager... she is the owner) and suggests that we run a Mamma Mia night. Ha! With the tactfulness of a confidante i smiled and laughed - hoping she was less than sober and that she wouldn't recall such a ridiculous comment in the morning. Oh no, i forgot, it was the morning. She was stone cold. The thought of a pub full (even an evening with my Mother and sister) singing along to the alternative anthology of Swedish Popular Song filled me with dread. There would be so much oestrogen in the room the ceilings would be pink. 

Suffice to say Mamma Mia ce soir hasn't occured yet. I can only admire JC's patience as a Father. I find that hard enough with just a girlfriend and a job and not even bringing kids into the equation. GOD! Please continue to think of me in your prayers. ;)