What was I worried about?

Gentle reader, I apologise for my last self-pitying entry- we all have our moments. I have pulled myself together and realised that no one is perfect. I must stop being hard on myself, eat more chocolate and drink more tea.

Back to a previous topic of my eldest starting school- I was worried, she wasn't.

The first few weeks of school are now behind me and what was the fuss all about? My daughter is in a nurturing environment which she loves and is steadily making new friends. She is having a blast and is so excited to be there that each morning is greeted by her pleas to go to school. You cannot ask for more.

Her first day of school was not as emotional as I had imagined. My daughter saw one of her little friends from camp and off she trotted unaware that this was the first day of her school life. This was the right start- no crying parents and tortured good byes just a child who was ready to learn and start a new adventure. I am not entirely sure what they are learning just yet so the jury is out. So far so good.

One of the perks of this school is the principal; I have yet another crush. I was met with this glorious vision of a sculptured back with a perfect triangular shape pointing down to a pert bum- I almost drooled! I will add him to the list which includes James McAvoy, Russell Crowe and Brad Pitt to name a few. I have a feeling that several ladies have the latter if not all of these fine specimens on their to-do list.

I am happily married and will remain that way but I still have a pulse if you get my drift. Who am I not to admire the scenery ?

I have always had a thing for older men- so my husband fits the bill. My first serious crush was when I was 17 and an au-pair in Switzerland. He was 40, Italian and quite simply gorgeous. Nothing happened as he was the father of the children under my care but my nights were spent in serious fantasy.

To return to the topic. I am guilty of imagining the worst and ending up with an anti-climax. So I should just chill.

Talking of worrying the world is on the verge of financial collapse but something tells me that as long as Victoria Beckham has a new haircut and tight outfit we shall all be happy and forget these woes.