[She sighs].

Simon: [Aghast] Oh please! You think those little squirts pay for me and my way of life? Are you kidding me? You need to get your arse out of the sunshine glare and see the reality of the ghetto gutter dear! These little ‘darlings’ will be in and out of the prison system quicker than a flash believe me! Three nice hot meals a day of gruel, Sky Sports, laundry service and all that jazz!

Bob’s your uncle innit mush!

Mary glares at Simon momentarily. Silence takes over. The traffic starts to slowly shift. Simon and Mary continue the rest of the journey to school with a deadly silence hanging over them. Mary is consumed with anger and rage at Simon’s comments but