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Grown up at last?
Today, The Hubster and I were out in the garden, enjoying the sun and doing a spot of “gardening”, when these little kids started playing footie just outside. The ball came past my car on the drive, so I went and had stern words with them: “Can you be more careful around my car, please?” I said to the one who came to get it back. He muttered something or other, and everyone went back to what they’d been doing before. Later, their ball came hurtling into the garden, scaring the poor cat, who ran into the house, and bounced impressively in the back doorway. I picked the ball up and sat down again with it, in my garden chair, and waited for one of them to come for it. The Hubster went inside because he was half naked and didn’t want to scare the poor boys off unnecessarily. Eventually – no doubt after they’d drawn lots, one of them came into the garden, rather sheepishly, I have to say. I gave him his ball back, and said, “Can you play somewhere else now?” to him, ever so sternly. He said, in a small voice, “Sorry,” and went back out. One of his little chums said to him, “So you got it back, then,” and he said, “Yeah, but we have to play somewhere else.” Bless them.
I decided, as I was cleaning the shears later, that they were good boys, really. They respected and obeyed the word of an adult (hence the me possibly having grown up part), and, as The Hubster pointed out, they were all active and not obese and playing Playstation or some such. Good for them. They’re a credit to their parents!
Two birds; one stone.
We have two problems in Britain (amongst others):
- child obesity: the kids here are stuffing their faces with crisps and not doing enough exercise;
- recruitment problems in the military.
Why not solve both problems by re-introducing National Service? This time, it could be for both boys and girls, possibly those who don’t continue into further education (i.e. 16-year-olds). I am aware that many teenagers are too fat too join the army; how about a special fat branch, where obese teenagers can go until they have a sensible weight, and then they can join the army proper, as it were. I’m sure they wouldn’t be there for too long.
Problem sorted. (more…)
Heel!
Had to post some letters and stuff, so I thought I’d take the cat, as she’d just gone out anyway, and she loves to follow us if we go out, and the post box is just up the road a bit. The way there was ok, with the odd pause while she checked everything was ok and to wait while the cars went past on the main road (she doesn’t comprehend that they don’t go on the path, where we were), but on the way back, there were more people and cars – a bad time to go, I suspect. Next time, it’ll be daylight and not approaching home-time.
She did either a long wee or a quick poo in the playground on the way home1, with me vaguely wondering if that was hygienic for kids, but then I realised that I just didn’t care, and she dug a hole and covered it up anyway. She made a much better job of that than she does in the litter tray – less digging of walls and doors and hard flooring etc.. Then again, there was only the mulch and soil to dig at there.
I had to pick her up from someone’s utility meter box in the end, as she was too wussed out by the barking of a dog. I held her close and tight, letting her go only when we were back in the safety of the house. She hid under the kitchen table sulking until I gave her some prawn treats as a reward for her wussiness. I should take them with us next time as well.
Oh, and if you’re that male child on the bike with a cigarette in your hand: you didn’t look cool; you looked silly.
1. Sorry I don’t have any further details on that, Milady.