Today is maximum worse

Isn’t there Estonian proverb that if everything already bad enough, we shouldn’t worry, will get worse? Today is maximum worse.
I taking Theo after school to birthday party of his friend Josh. On way I meet Mrs Awale and Ahmed who go there too. Mrs Awale look worried. She say she lost her job doing the cleaning at place called Canary Wharf. They say she illegal immigrant because she cannot find piece of paper that say she OK to be here. I feeling extra sorry for her.
I already seen photos of Cressida’s house in magazine (Bella has special copy; I think she would like it to be her home.) House inside is so big and so white and so empty. This is what they calling Minimalism (means you have full time job to hide all your boring bits and pieces). I get to my point: Cressida make it that Harry Potter wizard coming to Josh’s party. He doing party games for hour. Is not resembling other experiences I am hearing of the English children’s party entertainers who are not liking children or have an elastic problem with the beard.
Josh open presents: is biggest set of felt tips in world from us (these are colour pens, really cheap). He excited: many white walls in house. But more excited when open Star Wars light sabre from Ahmed. Ahmed so pleased: he tell us all how he choose present in Oxfam shop (cheap things that nobody wants). Cressida say is Josh’s before – it has his broken bit – she give it to Oxfam. But Josh so pleased to have back and is shooting us. Cressida try to take sabre from Josh, say is old dirty toy, is rubbish. Not proper present. This make me find my courage and I say Mrs Awale she has no money, she done her best. Cressida she stare at me as if toilet seat has spoken.
While children eat I go into kitchen far away from Cressida eyes. Is Harry Potter wizard there. He take off hat and is man so golden and good-looking I think Adonis himself have rival in Sven Appelson. He pour me glass of sherry. We does our toasties. Why does the sherry leave little shiny globes on his wizard beard and what must it feel like when they is licked off?
‘Is good to see you again,’ he say. ‘I been thinking of you.’
I want to know if HE been thinking of me every second, minute, hour, day –
or is I just a reminder like on your email system that pop up now and again?
I say ‘You good wizard but then you is drama student and can do
all parts.’
He change subject and say he so love London, he think of no better place. Is so much happening; it make Stockholm seem like suburb. I say for Estonia too; we more village where people all know your business, how big are the holes in your underwear on washing line and who you will be marrying from day you are born. I blush.
Child rush to sink. She vomit.
‘Is nice sometimes though to do quieter things in London,’ he say. He love we meet at weekend but his time is taken.
Before I have chance to ask him, nice-like, where time is taken up, I hear
‘Sven is so good that we don’t know what we’d do without him.’ Is Her.
Cressida. Up close she look like forty-five years. Has scratched surface like old record. But she dressing like she twenty-five. She think she Madonna. No on tadi!
She send me out of kitchen to organise game. There is twenty under-sixes waiting for me to play game called ‘Twister’. I does it with my arms and legs but I cannot and I is falling over. Everyone is laughing. And then I see her whispering her good wishes in the ear of MY Sven over marble workplace and then they is finding it hilarious too. I feel my heart fall down into my boot.