pigs and grumps

I'm putting this here because I did not want to contaminate my Paris post.I'm a romantic at heart!!

In the hotel on the beach tonight,my mother was called a loser.By an adult.While she was standing with Henry by her side.A 'loser'!!!! What was he ten??She balanced her tray on what appeared to be an empty table.A tall arrogant pig large older man raced over and asked her to move.She did but seemingly not fast enough.He barked at her.She asked him to relax.He called her a loser.What an articulate creature he is.Oliver wanted to go and stand near him to see if he would call us 'losers' as well.I wanted to go and smack him over the head.But I didn't.

"Large older man injured in pub brawl after offending the assailants mother".

I would have been famous.Perhaps more than my 15 minutes.

We went to the park after dinner instead.

The loser stayed at his table.

Then we got tattoos.(FAKE!!)

I bet the loser doesn't have one of those : )

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[kitschen pink]

Oh how bloody awful! I admire your restraint! And your mum's! But I'm with Oliver - you could have all stared him down while he tried to eat! HA! Loser indeed.. t.xx