The Nightmare of Little Children in Supermarkets.

Now I know that I'm going to upset some people here on the subject of little children in supermarkets, but I'm going to speak on behalf of us mad pensioners who just love to do their food shopping in piece and quiet. What is it about supermarkets that makes well behaved little Jonathan turn into something from The Gremlins.

You know the problem, the little brat running up the isles with a packet of sugar puffs in his hands followed by an irate Mother scream at the top of her voice "Put that back Wayne you don't want that, come here this minute or the nasty man will get you, WAYNE, WAYNE YOU WON'T GET ANY SWEETIES, oh alright if you come back know you can just have that, nothing else mind", yeah right.

Even worse the multiple children owners who allow them to use the isles as racing tracks with us poor pensioners as chicanes and corners. "Don't run into that lady Freddy you might knock her over". I'll give you might knock you over, as I'm busy trying to capture one upside down in my trolley like a butterfly in a net.

Also who in their right mind would put their child in charge of the shopping trolley, we have enough trouble controlling them ourselves, they are specially designed to move in the opposite direction that you want them to go. We pensioners are prepared for this, don't go thinking that we all wear thick wrinkled stockings, no they are filled with football pads or rolled up newspapers.

Well in the words of that famous Meerkat on the TV,  the solution is SIMPLES. You have a room just inside the entrance and this is filled with little containers, similar to the ones you lock your trolley in when you go for a cup of coffee. All children under the age of seven must be deposited in these containers with the key being held by the shopping parent. Pay at the checkout, collect your child and all is well - OK I can dream can't I.