The kids are demanding crisps. And a bonnet. I hate the last week of term | Zoe Williams

When I was a child, we used to wind down before the school holidays. Not this lot It's the last week of term, when kids should be watching a documentary about pyramids on a loop, every lesson, and teachers should be congratulating themselves all day long on another year survived. But times have changed since we were young. Now, the week is marked by outlandish demands. It starts when they're tiny, no older than five: just as you're leaving the house, they'll announce it's Victorian day and they ...