Last night I turned up to run an antenatal class, opened the boot of my car, and realised that I had forgotten to pack my teaching kit. Luckily I had my refreshments bag, a pencil case with pens and scraps of paper, and a flip chart. Even more luckily, I was teaching in a school venue, and it was parents’ evening so there were still some teachers around, from whom I begged to borrow a doll. They gave me baby jesus out of the nativity scene, and I taught positions for breastfeeding using him.
Today’s cocktails will be given to those deserving souls who can tell a tale of similar work-related disaster.