For the first half of term Betty's class have been developing their own superheroes. Betty had created 'Monkey Girl' who is 'stronger than a hippo'. The other day Bety came home and told me that she had volunteered my sewing services to help make superhero capes for her class.
So I set my sewing machine up in the corner of the class, while Dolly had Betty's classmates and teacher running around for her, fetching her books, crayons, paper and dressing up clothes.
Fairly confident that I had threaded the machine correctly, I gathered the expectant children round with their chosen cape material. 'My mummy is such a brilliant sewer,' Betty told them proudly. 'Stand back children,' I said, as I pushed my foot down on the pedal. The machine spectacularly clonked and clanked and jammed up. 'You're not very good at knitting,' offered one little boy. 'My mummy is REALLY good at sewing,' said another boy.
And this is basically how I spent the next hour and a half, trying to work my frickin machine with children politely telling me I wasn't very good. Even Betty backtracked and told me I needed to 'go a bit faster.' From the back of the class, Dolly poked her head up and told me I was a 'slowcoach'.
If anything can be redeemed from the afternoon, it was that I learnt what a gorgeous class Betty is in. There are only seven of them (two girls and five boys) and when they weren't helpfully offering me their critique, they all sat around getting on incredibly well with each other and gossiping like little old ladies. It was very touching indeed.