James' prom 014 From horse carriage to fire James' prom 017engine, and limo to pushbike, these  were some of the eye catching ways in which my son James’ friends arrived for their school prom this evening.

One novel set of wheels which drew up was this dingy recycling  bin – and two grinning guys leapt out of it; I’m not surprised the lads didn’t have dates! It’s not a very romantic way of asking a girl out for a special night in her best party frock. Nevertheless. it attracted huge cheers.

James arrived in a roaring red Mustang – one of three which zoomed up in convoy and lined up neatly next to each other simultaneously to make a dramatic impact. It brought a huge lump to my throat to see James dressed up to the nines and walking down the red carpet with his lady in James' prom 063red.

He was a fresh faced 11-year-old when he started at his excellent secondary school and is now a confident 16-year-old facing his next journey in life at sixth form college in Cambridge. He is more than ready to move on.

James’ love of golf is still a major force in his life and he plans to leave the post-prom party early at 1am (yours truly is picking him up) as he has a golf tournament tomorrow. That’s dedication for you.

I’ve been trying to encourage him to let me record him on video giving golf tips to kids, I want us to make a series for YouTube, but I haven’t managed to convince him yet. I think it is a great idea.

*Meanwhile, my eldest son David is spending the weekend in London with a friend and has made a good recovery from his broken thumb. However, his injury has hindered his regular weight training programme which has really upset him.

There has been a huge change in David’s appearance since started uni last September. He then had a skinny chest, but since joining his uni’s gym and using the weights, he has developed terrific muscles and could easily be one of those hunky male models in the Calvin Klein adverts.

*We were all stunned by the shock news of Michael Jackson’s sudden death at such a young age; I always thought he was immortal. It has made me question my mortality and whether I should be more impulsive and live for the moment.

Which brings me back to the present – and a huge pile of ironing which needs my attention while the clock ticks away till 1am….