Bit of background (this is very relevant, as will become clear). Many years ago, in the seventies, my grandpa bought a giant stuffed toy lion that he called Jimmy Savile. About five years ago we inherited it and it lives in ds's bedroom. The dc have always known this lion as Jimmy Savile so, although it seems a bit sinister having JS lurking in ds's bedroom, we still call it that.
They have a game they like to play with it which they call the Jimmy Savile game (can you see where this is going?).
Yesterday was sunny and we were out in the garden. We're on a corner plot and back onto about six other gardens, which had plenty of neighbours in them. The dc were bickering and I was trying to get them to do something together so I could make the tea in peace.
The scene is set.
Dd said "ds, let's play the Jimmy Savile game."
"Oh yes," I responded brightly and probably quite loudly, "why don't you both go up to ds's bedroom and play the Jimmy Savile game?".
Then we went inside.
Then I realised why I could never look any of the neighbours in the eye again.
And in the course of writing this, the horrible realisation has struck me that dd could cheerfully be telling everyone at preschool about how she loves to play the Jimmy Savile game.
How do I go about renaming the sodding lion?!