I couldn’t believe that Mum was actually making me visit my grandmother wearing a dress. As I sat in the front seat of the car I prayed we wouldn’t pass anyone I knew as, even inside the car, myself and my frock are clearly visible through the windows.
“Are you looking forward to showing Granny your new dress Peter?” Mum asked in a faux jolly tone as we drove through town.
“No!” I spat.
“Well… if that’s the attitude you’re going to take…” she said as she changed down a gear, slowed, and turned into a side street. “We could always go and have a drive past the war memorial first,” she suggested. “It’s just down here isn’t it?” she asked knowingly.