I was playing a crocodiles game in a paddling pool with my daughter and a girl called Honey. It proved a popular game. They were crocodiles and were chasing me. For about half an hour. It proved so popular that others joined in. Including a boy who, first of all, tried to drag me into the water by my leg off the ledge of the pool, then took the crocodile game just a bit too literally, and bit me. I had to grasp him by the arms to prise him off me. I was looking around desperately for a parent. There was none in sight. Was I even allowed to touch a child? Very doubtful. But with no parent around, I had to take physical action. Parents never seem to watch their children at playgrounds. I could never take my eye off Martha for a second.