Well our neighbours are a lovely bunch of people, they are Africans but they all work and are clean. Their son plays football with our two lads and is a nice and polite lad. Anyway the Mrs comes back from the shop and says to me, god I wish our kids were like T next door. I asked why, she said when I went up to the shop he was just coming back from the shop with two bags and when she was coming back his Mom had just called him in and asked him to go to the shop for some milk. Every time you ask our kids to go shop we get what do we get for going.
I replied well when you are used to being asked to get and get some milk and you have to cross through a mind field while being chased by a lion to jump over a farmers fence to milk a cow and then being shot at by the angry farmer and having to jump over his fence, back through the mind field bullets flying past you head then get back home and get asked to walk 5 miles to get some water walking 2 minutes up the road to Tescos is nothing.