Once a month I volunteer at the school tuckshop.
My daughter loves to come and see me at recess and lunch,
clutching the coins I have given her earlier,
in her sweaty little palms.
This is not a task for the faint hearted.
Confidence comes in bundles in this school.
For those of you unfamiliar with the inner sanctum of the school tuckshop ... I give you the apple slinkly. The average life span of one of these contraptions is one recess.
Today I announced my withdrawal from the slinky roster.
The pressure of trying to operate this thing, producing a perfectly slinkyfied apple, whilst being watched with impatience and scrutiny by the two foot tall slinky orderer is too much for my blood pressure.