I’m feeling nostalgic as I take a left at the end of Mount Nod road, pass St Peter’s church, the venue for her first Brownies group. I recall walking with my shy girl, waxing playful, me and her at peace with the world…And when I get home…

Me: Do you remember ?

Daughter: I hated that Brownie group.  Not the girls. The leaders. They were sadists. All of them. We baked cakes and weren’t allowed to eat them. Then they had the audacity to tell us they’d be bringing in a pet the following week so we were all excited.

I try to stifle my laughter…

Daughter: A puppet owl, mum. They brought in a puppet owl.

And fail…