I realised the other day how much I must moan when I'm driving. During a slow crawl on the strangely named school run I was muttering away to myself about the ineptitude of other drivers.
'Bloody idiot' I complained bitterly as a driver who had right of way over one of those bridges where only one car can pass at a time, stopped to let over what seemed an endless stream of cars. I thought no more of it, dropped the kids off at school and all too soon was beginning the reverse journey.
I pick up Matthew first, as we drove along the roads, he pointed to a car in front of us;
'Is that the idiot Mummy?'
I asked him to repeat himself, which he did, and I realised that he now presumed all other drivers were idiots, oops!