As a child I attended festival upon festival with my parents, WOMAD every summer for at least 1/2 of the days, V Fest as a teen, Reading etc. There are some incredibly treasured memories in my head because of this, and because, y’know, shock horror... my parents spent time with us!
I honestly am gobsmacked at the idea of festival nannies; feckless, freckled or otherwise. It makes my heart and stomach hurt thinking about putting my baby with a childminder for one day a week come autumn so I can go to work (as a fellow saintly Midwife
), so I truly cannot fathom the thought process that goes into putting your kids with hired help, to then stand 10ft away from them to swig your lukewarm Hendrick’s in peace. This is beyond comprehension!
I may have become an emotional soft touch since having my baby, but
duck, I feel so sad for those children.