Imagine the scene.

Canterbury, UK ... Historic, peaceful, quiet (except for the exchange students crowding the streets). The cathedral towering over the shoppers and the small stalls set up in the Christmas market (yes, we already have a Christmas market set up. Gah!)

A small tea shop in a side street serving lovely tea and scones. An open fire in a huge Elizabethan chimney. A lovely place to sit for an hour while waiting for an appointment at the opticians.

Until I saw the Hellspawnling, with Entitlemoo Mom and best friend. To be fair on the brat, it was asleep, the only reason I decided to stay. I'd been wanting tea and scones all day, and a sleeping brat wasn't going to drive me away.

Mistake.

I had some lovely tea, and managed to eat one scone with raspberry jam and clotted cream in peace and quiet.

Then it woke up.

And screamed.

Screamed some more.

I looked over at it grumpily and ate a bit of my second scone.

Crying and screaming continued until Entitlemoo decided to leave muttering to her friend that they had better go because *someone* didn't like it. "That lady over there" (ie me) "She's been staring, the poor thing is only a baby"

As they left, Entitlemoo came over to me and very loudly told me off for daring to stare at the Hellspawn and how dare I criticise such a darling perfect baby? I told her exactly how I dared to criticise such a darling perfect baby. I don't think she appreciated that.

At that point, I decided I'd had enough and followed them to the cash register. I didn't want to rest of my scone.

Tirade continued about my evilness at the cash register, and continued out onto the street. I stalked off to the real peace of the nearest bookshop.

The Hellspawnling was one thing, but getting YELLED at because of disapproving! OMG!