Note: This is my homework (!) for my writing class in Oxford. It is a true story, though ever so slightly embellished.
“I can’t find them,” I said slightly exasperated and squashed by hubby and the three girls in our family changing room at the local leisure centre. That was a generous name for the space we were in. I wasn’t sure what size family the person who designed it meant it to accommodate; maybe a mother of two? With the five of us, we might need to grease the walls to get out.
