At the end of the summer my son’s school year went on their work placements for two weeks. Children I’ve known since they came up to my knees started popping up all over the place, like at my hairdressers and worse, the chemist.
I just couldn’t bring myself to go and buy anything while a teenager I know was behind the counter.
Don’t get me wrong, all perfectly lovely children, but some shopping can be embarrassing.
Like when you buy sanitary towels and your bags are being packed by someone raising money for charity who you know.
I think this is a throwback to Victorian values where we hid away anything to do with our bodies. Sometimes I think that wasn’t such a bad thing.