Flying home from holiday today, yummy mummy of OUTRAGEOUSLY named children spent the whole flight
getting them to do maths (or actually she did the whole lot and they looked longingly at my game of bejewelled)
then read Harry Potter to them (loudly)
then got them to write up their holiday diaries (yes dear, other people had villas with pools too)
then nagged her husband to read to them (he didn't)
and basically stopped anybody near her from enjoying their reading material and all of us wondered if she really knew what her child's name said about her (read your history BEFORE naming the child, not after)
PS economy airline - so she was cheap as well as loud.