Friday afternoon's run to the post office took a slightly unexpected turn when an opportunity to instill civic pride and good manners into five hilltop teenagers saw me stride forth to their school and discuss the situation with a teacher.
Watch the news for stories of a mid-Victorian house under siege from surly Yr. 10 boys.
I'm just saying is all.
* this sort of act is just the kind of thing which punctuated my childhood. My mother stopping the car and demanding an account of the behaviour exhibited by a group of teenage boys. At least once this involved getting out of her car at the traffic lights, putting her head in through the window of a yob mobile and taking them to task. It is a wonder she lived to see her 'ahemtieth' birthday last December!