I went to school with a lass who regularly gave me a hard time (frenemy). Come the school Nativity, she was chosen to be the Virgin Mary and me the Angel Gabriel. Then, our teacher had a change of mind and switched our roles. She was tall and blonde; I was little and dark-haired so teacher must've thought it made more sense aesthetically (lol!). Frenemy was furious and started putting it round the playground that my dad was a drunk. News got back to me and, little as I was, I went and punched her. Totally out of character, as I was one of the 'good girls'.
I still got to be Mary (aged 9)....


. There we were on the night, all sweet and innocent!
Best news was that, after that, she never bullied me again but sadly, her twin sister took over. Wish I'd done the same to her now.

