It had now been over a month since my first, very eventful, trip to our local funfair.

My daughter was making quite a name for herself in her new regular role as executioner in the circus tent, with audiences building week-on-week appreciating her inventive execution routines.

During the week she’d come up with ideas and send them over to the ringmaster for discussion, and then I’d drop her off at midday each Saturday for rehearsals. My wife, son and I would then come back in the evening to watch the show, and take advantage of my daughter’s staff discount on the attractions.

This morning at breakfast my daughter made an announcement:

“I’ve got surprise for you! As it’s your wedding anniversary tomorrow, I’m going to take you on a ‘behind the scenes’ tour of the funfair. Meet me at the entrance at three o’clock and I’ll let you in.”

“Ah, that’s sweet of you honey,” said my wife, “We’d love that.”