Straightforward until today, when I managed to embarrass myself with my dedication to the cause.
My rebellious streak caused me to ignore health and safety regulations, pilfer a ladder from a cupboard at school and go undetected up into the loft space in the hall to search for some cook books to sell at the fayre. Lovely, very special cook books, I hasten to add with recipes from mums and dads at the school put together by the PTA a few years ago. Not being terribly tall, I was a bit concerned as I stood on the top of the ladder trying to ascertain whether the box with the elusive cook books was indeed up there. I decided to hoist myself up to have a proper look. Which was all well and good until I gave up after not finding them, and realized I couldn’t get back down. My toes wouldn’t get anywhere near the top of the ladder and it was a long way down. Oops.
I had to call to a passing child to go and get an unsuspecting teacher to see if they could help me….She couldn’t. Another teacher was called…nor could he. So the Head Teacher was called out of an important meeting to come and lift me, by my legs somehow, out of the loft. Wonderful.
An event to go down in the annals of the school history, apparently. Oh goody!
As for the cook books – well they are at one of the other mum’s houses. So I have located them at least. It’s just my dignity that has been somewhat lost along the way!