Strangely enough: vuvuzelas. My Kid has entirely got the hang of his, and he was probably the reason why (if you live in my neighbourhood) you were awake at 6am on Saturday morning, thinking “wtf is that noise?”. Sorry about that – it was my Kid and he was having such fun that I didn’t have the heart to take it away from him. Also, the fact that The Boyfriend was trying to sleep in, might have played a big part in me letting him blow that vuvuzela so enthusiastically.
I may or may not have been encouraging him. No comment.
So what’s your view on the ol’ vuvuzela?
Love or hate?