As a mother, I frequently had resort to a well smacked bottom in keeping my children in line. But I have only ever had to put one of my four grandchildren over my knee for a good hiding, and it happened when Georgia was nine.
Georgia had spent the night at a friend’s house at a sleepover of around half a dozen similarly-aged girls. This was during the long summer school holiday but as her mum was working as usual, I had volunteered to go over in my car and pick Georgia up.