Thu 25 Apr 2013
“Go on,” I urge her. “You will enjoy it.”
It is Child #1’s first day at brownies. I have been encouraging her to go, as it will make her community spirited, being selfless and a good citizen and all that. I am quite into that at the moment, ever-striving to be a better person.
“I will be just next door,” I reassure her. “In the pub.”
“You just need to sign her in on thi…” Says Brown Owl.
“Yeah, yeah.” I make a scribble on the bit of paper and zip next door to the pub.
The pub is not busy at this early hour, so I am able to strive to be a better person in relative peace. It is good that my daughter and I are both able to do our duty to god and to the Queen etc. together as a family like this. It is a bonding experience.
The Brownies seems to have progressed in the days since my sister, RonnieB, was a keen attendee. The uniform is now all trendy, and they appear to offer activities that are not exclusively interesting to children from a South Lincolnshire family of Methodist farmers in Victorian times. Plus there is a residential camp thing which sounds very encouraging, although sadly lasts for a mere three days.
I return to pick her up an hour and a half later.
“Did you enjoy that, then?” I ask Child #1, whilst attempting not to breathe on Brown Owl.
“Excellent, I knew you would,” I continue, before she has a chance to reply.