Why I remembered this today, I can’t imagine. While at primary school, I found a poor little dead mouse on the playing field. Wanting to share my find, I picked it up by its tail and ran around wiggling it in front of everyone. Little did I know that Mrs Chalmers had been watching me from the staff room window. Back in class, she hauled me in front of the whole class (mortifying for little me who didn’t like to be seen or heard) and gave me a right dressing down, then told me how disgusting I was. When she demanded to know what I had done with the “despicable creature” I told her innocently, that I had put it in the bird’s nest on the nature table (right next to where she was standing) well, she went ballistic! Unfortunately, this all happened at lunchtime of parents evening………
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