Thank you, GfS. :0)

Excellent posts, Lox.

Well, I've just got back from town. Whilst I was waiting for the bus there was a young couple there, about the same age as my son, 16/17..
The young girl was dressed in a white and pink shell suit, with a white hoodie. Her partner had baggy jeans and a T shirt. Both were smoking, and the young girl already had yellowing teeth, not an ounce of make up and a really bad crop of teenage spots, poor love.

They had with them a pushchair, and I could just about see a tiny pair of feet sticking up, so...being a real soppy apeth where babies are concerned, I smiled at them both and asked if I could have a quick look inside. They both smiled back..and the young mum proudly pulled down the hood of the pushchair, to reveal her beautifil, sleeping 6 week old baby girl, immaculately dressed in a tiny deep pink dress with white lace on. She looked adorable, clean, comfy and well loved.

I ooohhed and ahhhed and then I told them not only how beautiful she was, but how very, very lucky they were to have her, as babies are a real gift. I told them to remember that, even in the darkest hours of the night, when they've not slept for hours and hours...or they can't get their thoughts together because of the "But..WHY?..Mum!" questions in a few years time...They beamed. They not only beamed, but they glowed with happiness. They both had gentle voices and he helped her on the bus with the pushchair, both of them saying goodbye to me.

The thing is, some may have passed them by and sniffily thought what bad teenagers they were...but there was real love and happiness there. So sometimes, stepping out of a stereotypical way of thinking is a good thing to do, because honestly, you'd be surprised to find that possibly the 'chav' you're moaning about has all the worries, hope and dreams that you do, but perhaps theirs are all bigger....and sadly maybe less able to come true.

Anyway, that's the last from me in this thread. Nothing more to say about the subject.