A Mother's Nightmare

At around 4 am I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard the key in the door, safe in the knowledge that Charlie had survived the 'Works Do' and I thought as I peacefully went back to sleep that I could relax just a little until next weekend. How wrong I was, we went shopping for a new mattress for Madi first thing this morning and on our return Charlie announced 'I'm going out in a little while' 'Where are you off to?' I asked, expecting, as most Sunday's he was just going round to his friends who have their own flat. 'I'm off to Brixton Academy to see blahdeblahdeblah's last ever gig'

Horror of horror's, my blood ran cold!

'Is Brixton Academy in Brixton' I asked in that by the way sort of manner us mums master as our kids hit teenage years. The way that we hope suppresses the rising panic in our hearts.
'Yes' he said, like I was some kind of doughnut!
'Is that Brixton, London?' I asked, hoping there might be some lovely little Suffolk village somewhere, Brixton-on-the-Weir, or even on-sea, anywhere but please God not London!
'Yes' he said, getting cross now 'Brixton, London'

Needless to say tonight is going to be a very long one, I'm not sure I have heard anything positive about Brixton for many, many years. I'm sure that good things do happen in Brixton but they don't tend to make the news. I did try as he went out the door to convey my fears without sounding totally hysterical but he was completely oblivious to my concerns.

I will be waiting tonight for the key in the door.