Outofthe mouths of babes

WHEN my sister and I were young children, we were taken on a family holiday to a B&B in Newquay. On the last day of our stay, our parents were packing up ready to leave and we children were singing and dancing on the landing of the B&B. Mum came out of the bedroom and shouted: ‘For goodness sake, sing something else!’ What were we singing? ‘We’ve been thrown out of better joints than this . . .’

Philip Horton, Orpington, Kent.