That’s just
bleeping daft. I saw Elsa in Tesco the other week - and instead of thinking “dreadful chav”, I just thought “aww how sweet, she’s living her best life”.
As a side note - we don’t negotiate with terrorists.
I remember one woman who’d spent 2 hours sobbing and shaking on the pavement as it rained - begging her 2 year old to let her strap him into the car seat.
That
tit simply wouldn’t fly with me (poor,
large, northern) - it would’ve been a firm hand to the chest and clipped in. No discussion, no negotiation.
bleeping wet-wipes. Although obviously my kids are scarred for life having been treated in such a manner, but thems the breaks.