Jen hitched up her stripy green tights, adjusted her collar with bells on and straightened her bobble hat. Never in a million years did she imagine, at the age of 49, she’d be working as one of Santa’s little helpers in a Christmas grotto.
‘Can you jump on the till, Jen?’ shouted staff supervisor Carla.
‘Sure.’
Jen gritted her teeth. She’d messed up the price codes the previous day.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll handle the tech, if