She sat on my bed and let me fiddle with Peter’s buttons.
Then I turned around and Peter fastened my buttons.
“Oh you look so sweet helping each other.” she gushed.
Under our beds was a pair of girl’s shoes we never knew we had.
They had fiddly buckles and a little heel.
We complained that they were uncomfortable and hard to walk in.
Mum said we’d get used to them.
“And the important thing is they look nice,” she added.
Mum insisted on taking a photograph of us so she could show Granny how nice we look.
To add insult to injury, she made us stand in the back garden, and hold hands!
We ran back indoors as soon as we could,
fearful that one of the neighbours might see us.