"Hey, who the fuck is she?

Not exactly the words I expected to hear issuing from the lips of a little boy who looked to be about six years old. But that's what Sophie was greeted with as she rode her scooter past a little group of children this morning.

Maybe if we were in inner city Birmingham or London, but in tiny English Bicknor?

When I walked up, not quite believing what I'd heard, the boy glared at me, all spiky blonde hair gelled into little spikes and mean blue eyes. What kind of child is so angry, so young?

Fortunately Sophie doesn't seem in the least upset by this incident; more scornful and patronising.

But I'm upset.