hmmm...

I feel like Moda has come to our sitting room... There is an annoying chav listening to IBIZA SUMMER or something right outside our window in the car (and has been for about half an hour now). Grrr... Simon (bro-in-law) often talks of 'selective culling', which I have forcibly disagreed with (again, not quite understanding the whole sarcasm thing!) but the more I think about it the more I... well no not quite. Just go home! It is probably time for your milk and honey anyway.

I will never forget last year (which, for many reasons was a very stressful year!) trying to co-ordinate teenagers from all over the country coming on a weekend away in deepest Wales. Trying to fit them all in single-sex chalets with their friends and with the right proportion of adults:youth was like human sudoku, (I ended up in a caravan with no running water or heating... In the snow!)

Anyway, we had a bunch of lads with our group who were 'well 'ard' so they liked to think, until it came to bed time and one of our leaders was astonished to hear a small (yet still fairly bolshy) voice say (alliterative spelling here) "ehh blud 'ave ya got any Vick's Vapurrrrr?" (The scouse effect was ruined by the fully Gloucestershire "Vapour" glitch). The poor little chavlet couldn't sleep without Vicks Vapour rub on his chest! In fact it appeared that none of them could! Bless. you wonder what modern parenting teaches really! All sense of intimidation was lost. Immediately.