Changing ten-year old girls into rats
I am in a bit of a grump.
I feel that I have been conned, shanghaied, yes, even shamelessly lied to, by omission if nothing else.
And it’s all because of a pantomime.
Both my kids are in the local panto at the Corn Exchange, and I thought I’d do my parental bit and be a chaperone this year.
A not insignificant amount of paperwork later, I was in, feeling slightly apprehensive about the prospect of looking after 13 kids, 8 of whom I’d never met.
But it was chaperoning – how hard could it be?
