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Life is a bit busy these days. My Dad and his wife are visiting Bristol to be here as I do the Masters graduation thingy tomorrow.

They arrived here OK yesterday, despite being delayed by approximately four hours after the couch they were on was in a car accident.

Typical.

Dorothea Salo rails against kids in this post. She’s not railing against the concept of children or being a “nasty child-hater” in any way. She’s protesting the fact that almost every single parent on the family seems to think that their child has a god-given right to annoy, pester, and generally intrude upon other people’s life in either a direct or indirect manner.

Trust me, it doesn’t have that right.

Besides, most children I have had the misfortune to encounter are brats (with notable exceptions).

For the most part I don’t want to see or hear your child until it can have an intelligent conversation.

Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on my mood—that generally rules out a large proportion of children and adults on the planet.

Everybody thinks that a drunk who shouts and annoys everybody in a restaurant is a pest and should be thrown out.

And generally he is thrown out.

Don’t expect people to tolerate your child when it does the same.

Baldur.
Clifton, Bristol.