I can recall one memorable event when we went on a family holiday in 1977. It was a hot summer’s day and we were driving around the shores of a popular lake. Father was driving and Mother was in the passenger’s seat – with four fractious youngsters behind them on the bench seat. My sisters and I were all acting up and eventually, Mother yelled: “Stop it right now, or I will make your father pull this car over and I will give each of you a good spanking!”
We quietened down for a few minutes at the threat of a sore bottom, but after a few minutes, we were back at it again. Mum turned to my dad and said: “Right, Gavin – I’ve had enough. Pull this car over.”