Last man standing

I've just been out to dinner with the Mums from Harry's class, and the children's teachers. Another fantastic evening organised by our form Rep, Fiona, with much wine flowing. A fair bit of talk about breastfeeding and standing naked in the women's changing rooms at the gym as well, not that I know much about the latter, of course.

It was nice to be 'thrown out' by the manager and to stand on the pavement with him as he locked up. Curious as to why I had spent the evening with a dozen or so young and beautiful women, he asked me why and so I told him that I was an honorary girl for the night as my wife had died. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said in a thick Italian accent.

Not as sorry as I am - I'm a man and so I had to wait for the last taxi, whose driver didn't want to take the shortest and cheapest route home.