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Two stories.
First story. Last week I was in Sainsburys. This mother was wheeling her trolley and stomping, not walking, behind it. Drama queen. I heard her scream "I wish you did not talk all the time!" It was at her daughter who must have been about four, running to try and keep up with her and failing.
What a bitch. Do not have children if you are not going to look after them. How can she walk ahead of the child like that? The poor thing could be snatched or have an accident. And how can she not want to hear her own child's voice? Surely if you have a child their voice and stories of their little life is the most beautiful sound in the world. And of course children should be encouraged to talk now so that they will continue to do so when they grow older and not keep any secrets because secrets are the most dangerous thing in the world.
The second story is a short one. I had a pub dinner. I was walking out just now and a little boy, must be about seven, came up to me and asked "Excuse me do you know if there is a William Hill around here?" My heart sunk.
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