My youngest son James has quit his top Cambridge drama groupme again for golf. I was hoping he had a promising thespian life ahead of him, having played many lead roles and even appeared on TV.

This morning I dropped him off at his golf club to play a junior tournament. He asked me to drop him off at 9am (even though it starts at 11.30am), a thick fog engulfed the course and the car park was already beginning to fill up.

James is meticulous about what he wears there. He asked me to buy him a pair of pinstriped trousers for Christmas – to wear playing golf. These are what he is wearing today. Last night I had to wash his little green towel with his club logo on, having washed it only last week, so it was immaculate. This is used to wipe off any mud on his clubs, one which cost him £180 of his own money to buy, money which he earned from his TV work.

This photo was taken for James’ acting portfolio just before Christmas to be sent to leading theatrical agents. However, James begrudged spending all day every Saturday at his drama group, he yearned to be outside playing golf instead. It’s his life, and his choice, I had to listen to his views and desires.

Hopefully, it’s not a total abandonment of theatre life as James will audition on Saturday for a role in a production of Oliver at Cambridge Corn Exchange – he once played a brilliant Artful Dodger. He does have talent and I don’t want to see it wasted, watching him on stage gives me – and others – so much pleasure.

As I left James at the golf club, (which only costs £75 annual junior membership for free admission all year), he told me how the ambulance had been called there yesterday when he had been practising. An elderly man had been walloped on the face by a speeding golf ball and he did not look a pretty sight. I will try not to worry about that happening to James.

P.S. How could I have forgotten to have mentioned that James is appearing in his school’s production of 42nd Street later this month, they always out on first-class entertainment.