My mother knew exactly what went on but insisted that petticoating was harsh yet harmless. At least my mother didn’t petticoat me at home, nor did she ever threaten me with it. However, if I ever played up or got in trouble, my mother would threaten to send me to stay with Aunt Katinka when school broke up. “She’ll happily have you every school holiday and half term if need be!” I recall my mother saying. The visits to Aunt Katinka’s stopped when I left school and so did the petticoating… thank god!
Now I’m an adult and I’ll be staying with Aunt Katinka again for a few weeks, but only until I sort myself somewhere permanent to live. The last thing I expected was for her to pick up where we left off all those years ago!