I notice quite a few people are rubbing in their good jobs...
...and up steps Gat Bandish.
France. October half term. Lumped into Nantes with 30 or so strangers from England, everyone got to work in shops folding clothes.
I was put in a day care centre for 7-11 year olds. Basically where parents dump their kids for the holidays. And it was, as things appeared, for the rich-ish.
So every day I went in to be greeted with kisses on the cheek from the outstanding women working there, went on to the morning playing games, reading books, building towers from wooden blocks (the record was 9 and a half feet, I believe) and generally having a good time. Then eating food with whatever kids took a shine to me that day.
Then in the arvo we played outside. Racing trikes, hula hoops (bit of a failure), basketball, football etc.
Third day, we went to the circus.
Last day was near-enough Hallowe'en, I went in dressed as a pirate, murdered every person there with my fantastic foam-and-wood sword, shouted lots (well I WAS a pirate) and we went trick or treating. There's nothing quite like 50 small people stamping and yelling "WE WANT SWEETS!!"
We even hit the sweetshops.
I was hyper for the rest of the day.
And getting a peck on the cheek from all the wee girls was about the single sweetest thing I've ever seen/experienced.
I didn't even abuse any of them.
(Gat Bandish I've got wood in my soul, Tue 21 Feb 2006, 16:46, Reply)