I had a dream about THAT dad last night. I don’t know why…seriously. I haven’t seen him on the pitch in weeks…in fact, since C1’s football team won their division cup final, we have taken a break from football this term (it’s SUMMER term now over here… see TERMinal leave if you’re confused), and moved to the baseball fields.
A lot of other people also saw THAT dad on that day and somebody was taking snaps that maybe shouldn’t have, and somebody went to the press that I wish wouldn’t have.
As a result, our kids were photographed and seen in the national Daily Mail. As it happens, one of the mother’s of another player on C1’s team is a journalist for the Daily Mail but she made it clear that it had ‘nothing to do’ with her. Hmmm…
The sold shot in the paper…
My shot from same angle…and only taken because it was with C1.
Anyway, I suppose one could argue that if THAT family does not mind being photographed and featured in national newspapers then why should I mind? But I do. We are not celebrities in this family. I don’t wish for my children or even myself to be featured in a national or local paper…unless of course we have done something newsworthy and not just to fill the tabloid pages. Unfortunately, I also do not think C1 is a football prodigy in any way and would benefit in some way having his face shown amongst the Beckarazzi.
Another newspaper did not even pixelate the images of all the kids and I have a problem with that as well. Sorry to WINGE as they say here in jolly ol. Am I complaining about seeing THAT dad on the pitch? Well not about HIM per se, but all that comes with HIM I suppose…so now that I got that off my chest, what’s he doing in my head?
In my dream, I am helping him promote his new MLS franchise team in Miami.
Seriously. We fly to Hong Kong to get my friend Fancy’s (Reel Deals and Royal Babe) advice on raising money from a group of investors. Only we don’t make it to Hong Kong because we are too busy ordering material from a factory in Kowloon for the new football team… HUH????
I’m on a jet plane with one of the most photographed men in the world and we are looking at swatches?!? I don’t even sew! Surely VB and her fashion empire could help him out with this anyway, so what on earth am I doing here?!?
We apparently have to cut our trip short (no pun intended) for reasons I cannot explain (does any of this make sense anyway!?!), and then jet back to London for breakfast at Claridges.
Ah ha! Surprisingly, I can make a bit of sense out of THAT bit. We took Grandpa Joe and Grandma L to Claridges this weekend for a drink…A DRINK mind you. Not breakfast.
It is a gorgeous Art Deco bar but that doesn’t seem to resonate in my dream since I order eggs florentine…this is clearly not my reality and not AT ALL what I would be doing in Claridge’s, despite my somewhat desirable companion. I can only assume that all this jet setting to and not to Hong Kong has made me hungry.
THAT dad orders a vegan smoothie. (I have no idea…maybe that IS his reality?)
Fancy calls during my Becksfast/fest, screaming at me. Apparently, she never got the memo and is still sitting at the top of the Bank of China tower with financial executives, media moguls and various Chinese politicians from the mainland ready to do a deal. (Fancy IS rather impressive…even in my dreams)
Then…well, then… I wake up. Yep. That’s it people. Sorry to disappoint you but that is well and truly it.
So, what on earth was that all about? Any ideas? I’d love to hear them if you do.
While I await any Freudian psychoanalysis, I’ll carry on with baseball season. C1 and C2 are playing Coaches Pitch with LondonSports. They are having a blast and the parents and coaches have made it such fun each and every week. There do not appear to be any celebrity ball players (at least none that I have noticed) and there are no concerns over press or crowd control on game days.
THAT dad is already a fleeting memory…
BUT…what if Derek Jeter stopped by to see our little league teams here in London. Hmmm…now, if HE were to plan a visit …well…a girl can dream… and apparently does…
Drink 2oz, 3 hours before bedtime
Gather ear plugs, eye mask
and anything else to make you cozy
Kiss spouse or partner goodnight and apologize in advance that it’s really just a dream anyway.