So, apparently I'm far too embarrassing to even go to the car park when I dropped Thing 2 off for the disco tonight. Revenge is sweet however, and I have threatened him that if he doesn't come out on time his dad will go in and fetch him out!! Oh, the shame!!
I know this works, as my dad threatened us girls similarly when we were at school. Only he used to turn up with mad professor hair, in a fluorescent body warmer held together with surgical clamps, carrying a map and a torch! We were NEVER late out!!
On another note, because the gappies wouldn't let us in the front car park either, I wasn't able to indulge my Mary whitehouse disapproval at the belts that pass for skirts that some of the shottery girls turn up in. I know, I'm old fashioned, but jeez!