Master A is playing in a Music Festival at the weekend. Schools from across the borough will be coming together to make sweet music as well as to compete against each other.

It’s an annual event, with a lot of Dragon Mums out for glory.

I was under the impression Master A would be competing against his peers from other schools. However, it turns out he is going to be up against his classmates – and the premier league of Dragons.

We’re viewing the festival as an opportunity for fun, a chance for Master A to perform in front of his first audience. That’s not the case for a number of his classmates.

According to Master A, several of his contemporaries have already been having extra music lessons before, during and after school to prepare them for the festival.

They’re seven years old. It’s the recorder. Is it really that important that they win?

I grabbed a quick post-drop coffee with a couple of mums the other morning and the subject naturally turned to the festival. I asked the ones whose children Master A had said were having extra lessons how they were preparing, knowing what the answer would be. Of course, their children are naturals and, therefore, don’t need to practice.

All of them remained tight-lipped about the extra tuition while grilling me about Master A’s practice schedule.

Of course, we don’t have one. I’m lucky if I can get Master A to play one note over the course of a week. I don’t push him because, unless you’re a prodigy – which Master A is most certainly not – music is supposed to be enjoyable.

I can tell the Dragon Mums don’t believe that Master A doesn’t practice; I can see them wondering what game we are playing. It bothers them that maybe we have a master plan, a trump card up our sleeve. What rabbit is Master A going to pull out of the hat at the weekend?

Whatever he produces – and I’m guessing it might not even be recognisably music – it will be fantastic.

Working Mum, already packing the earplugs.