There’s a mum at my daughter’s primary school who went to the very same school when she was a little girl. She swaggers across the playground as if she owns it, and  acts as though she’s the arbiter of everything and anyone who is right and proper at the school.

In the beginning, I was beguiled: she acted as a confidante, looked after my daughter after school, on occasion, invited me round for hot chocolate at her house, and shared her own little marriage challenges. It took me a while to realise that Continue reading →