It's all seems to be directly out of the great Diary of a Mummy Misfit book i.e. posh.
This was what I heard on a beach near to it recently when some boys were playing nearby with a football and it came hurtling in our / their direction - if you haven't guessed already:
'Hey! Mind the Mulberry!'
Cue screeches of horror from the assembled circle of same colour bleached blonde, suspiciously very tanned ladies, sat in a circle, supposedly relaxing and
It was no doubt uttered in jest, but, really, purleeze, do you have to?
Yet - here's the thing - some of the conversations overheard around the school gates where we presently hang around leave so much to be desired that they can be earth shattering - swearing at the kids and the taking it up the butt talk - only much less delicately put than that, followed by 'Well you 'ave to let 'em don't ya?'.
Who knows what goes on behind closed doors at the new place - and who cares, to be honest, but - if something is going to coming at you all on full volume - which would you rather you and your children be subjected to? And what kind of things do you hear?
|A Mulberry - John lewis £895|