Liz Moody's Dulwich Life

Sat 2 Feb
Phew, January over at last. Sonja took Sam to his cello lesson, as I’d agreed to watch Tom playing mini-rugby. Sam’s teacher Mr Linley coaches the team, so it seemed only right to show a maternal interest. Took a while deciding whether my new high-waist flared jeans would look better tucked into high-heeled boots or out. Left them flapping, but regretted it after 10 minutes with my heels plugged into the Dulwich College mud, flares getting soggier and muddier by the minute. Ridiculous fashion. I’d have been better off in a pair of shiny black shorts, like lovely Mr Linley. Very muscular thighs, I couldn’t help but notice.
Mr M turned up at half time and wanted to know the score. Linley 2, Moody 0, in my opinion. I said ‘two-nil’ very confidently, but he snorted and went off to talk to one of the other City fathers. Then he spent the second half shouting encouragement to poor Tom, who was mortified. I’m not sure that ‘Kill him, Tommy!’ is appropriate for an under-8s match. Invited Mr Linley to join us for a drink afterwards at the Crown and Greyhound, but he blushed and said he had to get home for lunch. He lives in the college, poor man. We’ll have to have him over for dinner sometime. Maybe when Mr M is off on another business trip.
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Gainsborough’s “Mrs Elizabeth Moody and her two sons” can be viewed until 5pm every day except Mondays at Dulwich Picture Gallery