I go to Home Bargains - Northern chain of discount shops normally to be found in the poundshop area of town. They sell the most unspeakably vile sweets - sour things, things that look like roll on deoderants etc. 364 days of the year there is absolutely no way that mum or dad will buy any of these sweets. Every year FC comes up with the goods and even seems to take a delight in picking the most peversely disgusting ones.
DS1 is 13. Last year he still came rushing to tell us with glee what horrors FC had inflicted on us. He knows the truth, I know he knows the truth, but somehow in the early morning chaos disbelief is suspended for a few minutes again. I really hope he feels the same this year.