J will not hear of just plain clothes for the day and so a trip is made into town to buy a readymade crown and a metre of gold fabric which can be twisted into a cloak without too much hassle.
J informs me that he would like several fancy buttons and adornments sewn onto the cloak. I inform J that I am crap at needlework and short on time so he will have the outfit which involves the least possible effort on my part but which looks as though I have gone the whole hog.
Back home J tries on the fancy crown and material cloak – Skype is up and running so I suggest we Skype Daddy to show him the costume which goes down a storm.
While in conversation with M I mention a plan to attend a silent retreat in October this year. M does not even pretend to hide his amusement but does agree to have J for the weekend as long as he can have a silent retreat in a Pub on my return. M then disappears from the screen saying “just a mo”.
The phone rings and it’s my Mum – M returns to the screen with guitar singing “Shine Jesus Shine” and generally takes the piss, he then suggests that if I am attending a silent retreat I also take my mother.
My mother asks if M is here and I say he is on Skype. My mother suggests I turn M off until he can behave.
M then begins to play out the role of “some poor monk who took a vow of silence in 1945 but then came across you two”.
I think it safe to say M is off the Xmas card list this year.
Meanwhile J is dressed not as a prince but “as a King” apparently and is beginning to enjoy ordering me around.
The cat is yowling in the kitchen because she has suddenly taken an abject dislike to the
Oh and M is taking me out for dinner next week (oh yes you are dear – and I like my wine to be white, chilled and dry).