The four of us had a lively discussion after dinner this evening, when we swapped stories of what we'd seen people doing today. Sophie and I had been to the gym and after going to the spa and getting dressed, we were standing at the mirrors doing our hair when we noticed a woman behind us wandering around completely naked, obviously not feeling a shred of self-consciousness, as I would do!
She had two children with her and Sophie said that as she was drying herself with a towel, everything was wobbling! She wasn't the skinniest of women and I admired the way she just didn't seem to care who saw her! We then made our way out of the changing rooms and we saw another lady of more maturer years standing with one leg up on the bench rubbing moisturiser into her body, completely naked. Now, I'm not a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but both Sophie and I agreed that we could have done without the sight of this woman, and all her innermost private parts, on display! Why she couldn't have just put her underwear on is beyond me!
Keith and Mike had been to the barber shop after school and they told us about a mum and her little boy who wreaked absolute havoc as they were waiting for a hair cut. The little boy was about two years old and the first thing he did was clear a low table of magazines and newspapers. After they were picked up and put back, he did it again but this time managing to swipe a woman's Costa Coffee cup onto the floor, spilling the contents. His mother weakly tried to stop him but he was on a mission to devastate the barber shop, targeting a display stand of shampoos and conditioners which was knocked over completely.
When it was his turn to be seen to, his mother sat him in the chair but there was no way he was going to sit quietly and have his locks chopped...he squealed and wriggled and threw himself to and fro until in the end the barber was forced to tell the mother to take him home! I then told my family about the little boy at work who was repeatedly slamming the door of a ride-on car, despite his mum asking him weakly to stop.
At times I think we are raising a generation of little monsters!
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