![]() I attempted to buy a steak bake at Greggs with a brick and got very short shrift. My wife explained our money was tied up in bricks and mortar. It hurts to know my son had more money than I did. I have enough in savings to tide me over until I die – but only if I die next Friday. On reflection, I haven’t had it since his birth. I justified the pilfering on the simple grounds that he had £50 in readily available cash and I didn’t. I raided my own son’s loose change savings with such regularity that he placed tripwire behind the bedroom door: a feat of remarkable ingenuity for a seven-year-old. ![]() I’m only disappointed that parents have dug into porcelain pigs to pay for school dinner cash and school trips, rather than the things that really matter. ![]() In years to come they’ll want your car, students fees and the price of a wedding. They have taught their offspring an important life lesson.įor light-fingered mothers riddled by guilt, I say: “Those children were in your womb for nine months – look on it as rent in arrears.” MAY I be among the first to congratulate those parents who, according to the national press, snatch £50 a year from their kids’ piggy banks.
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