I have been moved to blog about the growing band of mummies who stand at the school gates with brollies big enough to lose three people in. I really, honestly and truly do not like brollies of any shape, size or colour (unless they are attached to a buggy and shading a little one’s eyes). I really do not like them.
People barge into you, spokes hit you on different parts of your head and body and you try to squeeze past on paths and pavements, and they rarely lift the spokes up to avoid hitting you. Then there are the head turners, who suddenly hit you with the lower end of the brolly which is behind their head and leaning on their shoulders.
This morning, set the scene, I am trying to lead a very wet dog and three neighbours children though a rainy public path. That is on top of the two children who belong to me. We go single file to walk through the mummy chat zone, but I have a problem. Mummies are lined up right along the path. There is nowhere to walk, they are blocking the whole path. There is a lot of noise on the walkway 6 feet up, and the rain is drowning out a lot of noise. They are also shouting to each other to be heard.
Neighbours child no 3 asks politely if one “lady” will move, no luck. She asks if another “lady” will move and gets swatted away as if she were a fly on her coat tails. We can’t see any faces, as they are brandishing large umbrellas which are spoke to spoke as they chat selfishly. The hackles are rising on the back of my neck as I call all the children back to behind me.
Then I spot a car drawing up behind us on the road and move swiftly to the passenger door. Inside is a well known other brolly hater. I ask her if she has a lovely big brolly in her car, and to my amazement she has. I leave her car, also with two of her children in tow.
Armed with the large green umbrella, I make my way back to the mummy brolly tent and shove my green one into the spokes of the other mummies brollies. The onslaught brings a parting of the path, which allows me to get my forming brood through in one piece, and without this mummy getting someone else’s brolly spokes in her eyes. I politely mutter sorry, sorry, sorry in passing while trying to keep a straight face. Strangely none of them seems to mind this at all.
All of which brings me to the absolute loating I have for umbrellas at school gates, or anywhere near a school, and why, for the safety of my eyes, I am going shopping this afternoon for my very own brolly tent.
if you can’t beat em, join em.
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