Good morning all from a wet Algarve.
I’ve only got as far as Marydoll’s post in my catching up with you all this morning but it brought back memories for me of our time in Malta fifty plus years ago.
I must have been due to have DD sometime very soon as there was only DH, me and three year old son in the car that we were driving round Valletta in when DS who had just learnt to swear decided to push his luck. He’d been playing with Maltese three year olds and I had just had it explained to me by DH that four letter words were international.
We’d done all the right things including ignoring it when our son started swearing but he obviously realised that it wound both of us but especially DH up.
He’d been dangerously messing about in the back of the car, with both of us telling him to sit down and be good ,when he pushed himself right to the back of his seat ( pre seat belts) and called DH a F…R .
DH stamped on the brakes, screeched to a halt and reached round and grabbed hold of him when fortunately he realised that he’d done an emergency stop right outside the Police station. We decided that calmly driving on was the best thing to do and neither of us EVER heard DS swear again.
