Inspired by the sleepover thread reminded me of something...
I used to have regular sleepovers with my v posh neighbour growing up. They had a Huuuuuuge house and a v glamorous mother who parented by benign neglect. All very Enid Blyton and I was very lucky.
I was always allowed to sleepover but 'mummy' (neighbours kids mum) always insisted that it was fine as long ago we didn't disturb her in the morning as 'uncle Gerry was coming over to discuss business... in her room in another wing of the house... and that he would bring his daughter to play with us (who we loved) however - we were NEVER to tell Daddy (who played golf from 7-5pm sat & sun) because Daddy didn't like uncle Gerry and then daughter wouldn't be able to come and play...
We kept shtumm... Didn't work it out until I was about 20 !! This started when I was about 7... I told my mum from an early age and discussed it with her recently. She of course had worked it out and said ' Louise 'was always a bit of a goer and I didn't really blame her as her husband was as dull as ditchwater ' it went on for at least a decade !
We never told. Anyone else have a sudden realisation in later years that things were not as they appeared when younger ?