I think this blog is getting a bit political so here’s a little light relief:
Mavis (aged 5) and I were on our way back from a school shoe buying trip to Duckchester. We had just managed to get the shoes before the shops shut and as a result were stuck in heavy traffic.
“Oh dear” I complained “We’ve caught the rush hour”
“Why is it called the rush hour” enquired Mavis.
“Because the roads are very busy with all the workers wanting to get home” I explained.
Mavis paused for a minute deep in thought and then said in a puzzled voice “But they’re not rushing”