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.. PUBLIC SECTOR STRIKES Tarquin, stop waving that placard out of the window. Yes, I know you are standing up in solidarity with your brothers and sisters in the public sector, but it's distracting when I'm driving. I nearly ran over a council worker when you whacked me on the back of the head just now, and it's really not on. I can't believe you are falling into the trap of all this lefty, poor-me stuff. I can assure you that any ‘brothers and sisters' you have in the public sector are definitely not from my side of the family. Unless you count Uncle Howard's nephew with his cosmetic surgery clinic in Harley Street – but I really don't think he was on strike. Goodness knows how much lolly he'd lose taking a day out. I can't believe they are bleating away about their pensions. The rest of us have just had to accept we need to up our investments if we want the same standard of living into our retirement, in the current financial climate. A trust fund is just not going to cut it until the inheritance comes through any more. They should just accept that. Instead, they are wittering away about how awful it is, when we all know they have had gold-plated pensions for so long. They will be rolling in it, come their retirement, at this rate, all paid for by the rest of us. Well, not me, obviously. My work is bringing up the children, and I don't even get paid for that. And, of course, I don't pay tax on my savings since Daddy sorted me out that off-shore account, but you know what I mean. Yes, they should stop complaining and just get on with it like the rest of us do. You can't expect something for nothing – we all have to work for a living you know. Now, pipe down Tarquin, mummy's just going to call The Ivy. I said I'd book lunch with the girls after our pamper morning on Thursday. Tarquin, the rear car seats are not an official picket line, how many times do I have to tell you? Tarquin, NO!

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Four-Wheel Drive Woman

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