I was absolutely incensed with the attitudes of the wrinkly family mum, dad and gran especially towards the 'feast' that was put on for them.
'Oh, I can't eat that, it's just so dirty here' -
FOR F**KS SAKE, the whole village had prepared this food for you when the children have hardly anything to eat, why the hell are you being so rude, selfish and snobby???!!!
Watching the children eating with their fingers because they didn't even know what a fork or spoon was, and rarely even ate from a bowl was so humbling, and really made me realise how lucky we are. To think they couldn't even put up with it for a WEEK, fully knowing that week would end and they could go back to their little luxuries then, when those people had to live like that every day of their lives, made me bloody sick.
Even more so when they were at their hotel saying 'Ooh, look that's more like it - air conditioning, there's even a fridge fully stocked with drinks, ooh...'
And then, having the CHEEK to whinge about missing the ceremony! When they chose to leave the Church accomodation, which wasn't really that bad at all...
Bloody pathetic.
(Rant over )