All's I wanted was a little chat, but he's made that very, very difficult, now. It's hard enough to chat when only one of you wants to talk. It's harder still when you've got a plazzy bag over your head, in all fairness to the boy.
He's give me no choice. He would not listen to reason, so I've had to calm him down. I didn't want to mark him up again, so I just give him the one slap. Just a backhander to shut him up. I pulled him into the passenger seat and that's when I seen the plazzy bag on the floor. Lovely bags they give you at that Carphone Warehouse.