It’s started snowing outside …..
I can see this from the safety of my file upgrade strewn desk and third cup of disgusting tea (who brought those cheap teabags anyway ??.
I bet, before I’ve finished typing this, the first ‘kids are throwing snowballs’ job will have come in and muggins here will be sent to it. Can be pretty sure of that as I’m the only one here …. again !
What did you do when you were young dear reader ? I used to ride my bike round the town centre with my mates, we played football on any piece of grass we could find and if we couldn’t find one, the nearest cul-de-sac would do. Trees were there for climbing and that quiet covered bit under the big slide was for snogging Julie from down the road ….. as long as it wasn’t Billy’s turn to snog her and you had Tracey instead …. urrgh she had a tongue like a washing machine and she always picked her nose afterwards !!!
When it snowed, we … erm … threw snowballs; had snowball fights; buried the old granny from down the road’s ginger tomcat in a snow mountain (OK I made the last one up but you get the idea).
The point being, nowadays, as soon as kids are kids, someone rings us to start complaining. Yes, there is a small minority of oiks who make peoples’ lives a misery but mostly, it’s just kids playing – I think society has forgotten with all the ‘hidden behind their Xbox’s PS3’s and Sky TV’ that once in a while, kids will venture out onto the public streets, and snow is the one big getter-outer.
Ahh and there we are, told you, only got this far and there it is – call from the local vicarage saying kids are throwing snowballs into the grounds. Gonna have to go .. mind you, I can think of a much better title for this posting now than ‘Let kids be kids’ …