By now I was really getting very embarrassed.
So much so that I decided that it would be in my best interest if I moved myself further up the garden to avoid hearing the rest of the conversation,
It was at that moment my mother shouted at me.
“Simon! Come here!”
Reluctantly and slowly I went back up the garden to where my mother and Auntie Deirdre were standing.
Auntie Deirdre looked at me appraisingly, almost as if she was already sizing me up.
Then to my horror mother came out with the following:
“Auntie Deirdre and I have been talking.
Your general behavior has been becoming quite unacceptable in recent times, and it is not going to be tolerated.
So in the future, if you misbehave, Auntie Dierdre will be coming round to deal with you and will be giving you the smacked bottom you deserve.
Do you understand?”