Revolting creatures who don't deserve books
So, it's been the Summer Kids Club this month, every Sat and Tuesday. What fun, I hear you exclaim. Well, not exactly, but that is not the subject of today's rant. Today's rant is about Bloody Common Parents Without Social Skills.
For yesterday, I found a nappy. Yes, a full nappy, demurely tucked behind the Leap-pads.
It's not so much the gross-out factor (I have cleaned pub bathrooms before now); it's not so much the unbelieveable rudeness of it - it's the fact that *this is the third nappy I've excavated in as many months*.
What the hell is going on?
For yesterday, I found a nappy. Yes, a full nappy, demurely tucked behind the Leap-pads.
It's not so much the gross-out factor (I have cleaned pub bathrooms before now); it's not so much the unbelieveable rudeness of it - it's the fact that *this is the third nappy I've excavated in as many months*.
What the hell is going on?