Out of all the crap she comes out with, this one wouldn't surprise me. The funding available for this was absolutely leaped upon by private contractors, as they were the only ones with experience of running holiday clubs, compared to standard teaching staff.
It's still better than the talk Mr D went to as part of his eldest's primary school provision. He thought he was there to learn about the way they approach Phonics and numeracy - it was about how men really shouldn't hit their wives and children because It Isn't Very Nice and Might Get You Into Trouble.
He normally wouldn't say boo to a goose, but he stuck his hand up and asked if this was a new level on the Oxford Reading Tree, because if it wasn't, he was going to take his kid to the park for a game of football - five other dads immediately stood up, said that was a brilliant idea and they left for an impromptu Dads v Sons six a side.
But, on the other hand, she made some money out of that. I sit through far more boring things at work for less an hour.
She's complaining about exactly what the MT pixie does with the boiled to buggery lentils and fishpaste, though.