Once when we were camping and i was well under ten.
Well under ten but old enough to lie in bed and hear my dad call someone.
A pasty faced pillock.
Well old enough but under ten to hear someone say, say that again.
And under ten but well able to hear my dad say pasty faced pillock not again.
But again and again.
Even well under ten i knew by now my mum had done some gypsy thing and saved.
Years later at university someone asked what happens when an unstoppable force meets an un moveable object?
I said they got married stupid.