I remember being about 7 years of age, my best friend at school had just had a birthday party which ofcourse, I wasn't allowed to attend, so I decided to have my own party, after all if t wasn't for a birthday it should've been alright.
I told my mum all about it, she was one of these who never actually listened to her kids, would just say "yeah ok" and carry on with what ever she was doing.
So I invited all the other kids from the Kingdom Hall, told them it was to be on a Sunday afternoon after the meeting.
So anyway, we got back from the meeting and my mum and dad went to bed, as they always did, leaving myself and my younger brother to look after ourselves.
All of a sudden our guests arrived, we had made picallily sandwiches for everyone, made a mess in the kitchen in the process.
My mum came downstairs in her dressing gown to be greeted by half the congregation, she was so embaressed and I can safely say I got a good battering before going to bed that night.