Years ago I used to waitress on a Sunday ( to help pay London rent), the restaurant was in a expensive area and on Sundays ( Nanny's day off) all the hoorays used to bring their families in. The adults drank and yakked very loudly, the children ran wild in their Osh Kosh dungarees, we swerved around them with plates of food, pots of hot coffee etc. Those brats have now grown up into the bankers who have landed us all in the shit difficult financial situation that we find ourselves in now.
Awful extension next door to my house ...



