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What a week! The children have finally finished school and I have spent the week, when it wasn’t raining of course, going to each school’s field day…

Field day is definitively an Anglo-Saxon tradition. I don’t remember anything similar in France. We had fairs at primary schools, but that was as far as it went.  Well, here, in London, I seem to be spending all my days at school at the end of the academic year.
During field day, the children (or teenagers) are supposed to show their fitness skills. I had to attend gun runs, gym displays, 100m school runs, and so on, and so forth. If you are lucky, you might even participate and have to do a mother and daughter run. Luckily I didn’t have to. Phew!
You are supposed to dress up for field day, and it is difficult to get it exactly right. Light make- up and summer designer dresses seem to be what is needed. Field day is a good time to show off your summer wardrobe and your hair extensions, from what I have seen. Some sexy mums even put their short pants and minuscule T-shirts on and parade on the wrong side of the fence in order for everybody to see them while more normal mums (like me, I am afraid), are sitting quietly, getting annoyed that all the dads are looking at the bimbos.
But now that I am a veteran mum, I see things that I wasn’t noticing before.  For instance, I never understood why some mums seemed to be having so much fun. Well, I know now. They sneak in bottles of champagne and plastic cups and start drinking well before the start of the display, because they arrive early to get the best seats. What an organisation!
I couldn’t believe it. Don’t get me wrong: I have nothing against a glass of wine or a cup of champagne from time to time but I simply wasn’t expecting some mums to get sloshed while their children were showing off their athletics skills. I suppose that I am still learning how I should behave. That said, alcohol in the sunshine is a killer: I would go to sleep immediately. How do they do it? They obviously have a training I don’t have. I still have so much to learn that it sometimes scares me.
Anyway, I am glad that I can relax now…And guess what: we managed to get tickets for the Olympics…I can’t wait!

Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London
  • We had something like field day, but it never was that organized or that intense. Parents were optional. It just sounds like another modern way for parents to become competitive through their children. What event are you going to?

    • I am going to the opening and closing ceremonies, fencing, athletics and beach volleyball. I can’t wait!

  • Olympics! Wow! Glad to hear that you scored tickets. What are you watching??? I’m officially jealous!

    • Well, we thought that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, so we just grabbed it!

  • My son’s sports days are a bit more sensible 🙂 No one wears inappropriate clothing or smuggle in alcohol. It’s always hard work for me though to run after the little one for 3 or 4 hours including when all the speeches and awards are given 😐

    • Sports days are tough on moms. That said, we need to talk. It looks like your school is a lot more sensible than mine.

  • I would be sitting next to you, Muriel, if I was attending Field Day. Don’t get it myself, how some can drink alcohol on a hot day and not fall asleep! Can’t wait for the Olympics and now will look for you when I watch the events on TV..Kudos!!!

    • Please sit next to me Doreen, I would love that. Just like you, I wouldn’t drink alcohol in the sun. As for the Olympics, i am very excited! I can’t wait!

  • I have never heard of the concept of a field day but looks like you would have had company(me!) if our kids (if I ever have any!) go to the same trips! 😉

    • Glad to know that I am not the only one…I was starting to think that there was something wrong with me!

  • Field Day is called Sports Day in North America and the parents do not attend, which is kind of a shame. I remember my mum attending my Field Days (minus any alcohol I might add!) and it was fun to have her watch all the different races. Lucky you on getting tickets to the Olympics!

    • Well, Sports Day has clearly changed…Maybe the school is just too posh. As for the Olympics, I just can’t wait…

  • I don’t remember having field days at school, we used to call them sports days I think. I didnt like sport but sometimes they had parents doing egg and spoon and sack races, and that was fun.

    My last sporting triumph came when I was four years old. I was on a ship and they were having running races for the toddlers. My dad had the bright idea of standing at the finishing line and holding up a bar of chocolate. I have a clear memory of him, and the deck, and all the stuff you get on ships. I ran as fast as I could towards him. All the other little kids were sitting down, running in the wrong direction, etc. so I was the winner. Wow!

    That sporting memory has had to last me all my life 🙂

    • Well, it looks like a great achievement! We don’t have field day in france, which means that I am learning as I go along. It is a steep learning curve.

  • Wow, this field day sounds a lot more intense than any of the ones I experienced at school here. No wonder the mummies are resorting to the alcohol to get through it…

    • I think that there is something wrong with me. Or maybe, it has go something to do with the Chelsea mums. I clearly don’t fit. Sigh.

  • As well as sports days, we have pet days at our (country) primary school. The children bring their lambs and calves and horses, and their farm dogs, duck dogs, inside dogs, their cats and budgies. There are calf and lamb drinking competitions, shearing demonstrations, gumboot decorating, saucer displays, vegetable creations, baking competitions, face painting. There is a BBQ, but no grog and, in spite of the weather in the southern ocean being fickle, it is almost always sunny. For parents, teachers and organisers it’s quite an ordeal, but the children love it. Needless to say no one dresses up.