Last week, one of the little girls that I teach got a block in the face. A friend of hers was a little energetic in his block tower demolition and so accidentally kicked a block into her cheek. There wasn't any major damage, just a little red mark in a rectangular shape but such was the drama being shown by the victim, that I was forced to escort her downstairs to put some placebo cream on her "injury". With that accomplished we took the stairs back to the playroom, all the while with the little 8-year old whimpering at my side. Eventually, the sniffling and snorting got to me, so I asked her what was up. She raised her head to look at me, her huge eyes welling up with tears, bottom lip quivering and said, "Eileen teacher, with my face, no one will marry me".

What rubbish are these children fed? What eight year old should be getting themself in a state because they have a minor scrap on their face and so will never be marriage material?

Pah.