Oh dear. I think I may have opened a can of worms... and not just for breakfast (see right). I did two days of creative writing workshops with Year7 at The Howard of Effingham School and the result was some seriously ingenious lying. I know, I know, it's my fault for introducing them to Verity Fibbs, truth-twister extraordinaire, but they did seem to have a natural inclination for telling massive whoppers when asked what they had for breakfast, how they travelled to school and what they saw on the way. Here are a few of my favourites.
Many arrived by helicopter but this one is striped