Just got back from Portugal.
And whilst it was a fairly relaxing break in the sun, it wasn't quite as relaxing as I would have liked it to be.
For one simple reason - Feral children.
Is it half-term?
Not having children of school age, I'm not certain but previously when we've been away at this time of year, it's been blissfully rugrat free.
Which is sort of the whole point of going away in October.
This year, however, you couldn't move for the little bastards.
Running round, screaming, fingering the buffet, fighting, yelling, snotting everywhere and generally getting on my tits.
Shouldn't they be at school?
At one time I would have felt the need to put a comment in here along the lines of "Now, I don't hate chidren....etc" but I can't be arsed anymore and I'm starting to think it'd be a lie anyway.
When we were kids you got two weeks in a field in Wales in a leaky tent during the six week holidays.
And you loved it.
You survived on Beef paste butties and warm pop and they both tasted like ambrosia and you were glad of them.
Foreign holidays were for posh people and you knew your place and accepted your lot in life.
Judging from the number of slack-jawed British unwashed cretins that I've just had to put up with for two weeks, that's no longer the case.
And don't get me started on the number of 3 month old babies we saw there.
Why on earth would would you take a small baby on a plane if it wasn't simply an attempt to piss all the normal people off?
Enough!
And whilst it was a fairly relaxing break in the sun, it wasn't quite as relaxing as I would have liked it to be.
For one simple reason - Feral children.
Is it half-term?
Not having children of school age, I'm not certain but previously when we've been away at this time of year, it's been blissfully rugrat free.
Which is sort of the whole point of going away in October.
This year, however, you couldn't move for the little bastards.
Running round, screaming, fingering the buffet, fighting, yelling, snotting everywhere and generally getting on my tits.
Shouldn't they be at school?
At one time I would have felt the need to put a comment in here along the lines of "Now, I don't hate chidren....etc" but I can't be arsed anymore and I'm starting to think it'd be a lie anyway.
When we were kids you got two weeks in a field in Wales in a leaky tent during the six week holidays.
And you loved it.
You survived on Beef paste butties and warm pop and they both tasted like ambrosia and you were glad of them.
Foreign holidays were for posh people and you knew your place and accepted your lot in life.
Judging from the number of slack-jawed British unwashed cretins that I've just had to put up with for two weeks, that's no longer the case.
And don't get me started on the number of 3 month old babies we saw there.
Why on earth would would you take a small baby on a plane if it wasn't simply an attempt to piss all the normal people off?
Enough!