Oscar and Tilly are discussing something or other in their usual random fashion.
I have tuned out by this time, so I’m not really listening to the subject of their conversation.
My ears prick up though, when I hear Oscar say:
‘I think we should just make a Molotov cocktail and throw it in there. That will sort them out.’
I pause, fleetingly. I am impressed by the fact that he knows what a Molotov cocktail is – and also slightly alarmed. Should I inform the school?
I tune back in just as Tilly says scornfully.
‘It’s not a Molotov cocktail you idiot. It’s a Motlob cocktail.’
‘It is not a Motlob cocktail. It is a Molotov cocktail…
We all look at the ground.
Oscar is the first to laugh.
‘Yeah. You idiot!’
I am telling this to my mum, while we are having a cup of tea. We laugh about it.
A few minutes later mum says thoughtfully;
‘Mind you. You’d be hard pushed to make Molotov cocktails these days, what with milk bottles being plastic and all.’
‘We’d be alright. We’ve still got a Kirby and West milk float and proper glass bottles down our way.’
Mum perks up.
‘Revolution starts round yours then? About fiveish?’
Bring your own balaclavas.