I have just read the sundays and came across this rather amusing phrase apparently coined by our French neighbours. Also there was a piece in the Wail about the harsh judgements the sisterhood are meting out on each other in all elements of motherhood: ranting toddlers in supermarkets, over use of ds'es, dirty skirting boards and general neurosis about every tiny element of our children's lives. Even the weary ex-head of a private school was complaining about some interfering parents and their absolute obsession with their offspring's achievements. Do you think there's something afoot? and how do we all get to be a bit more moderate and tolerant and turn off that inner voice of scorn?