The funnies for minding me of a far distant memory. Glesga, late 40/50's. Back then we'd vanish until it became dark. Mother's, being worried sick about their 'cherubs' having been absent for so long, were rather upset when said cherub appeared, although you wouldn't have thought so by the greetings they gave. "Wher ra furk huv yoo been? Dae rat again an A'll fur king kill yi so A wull." This was normally accompanied by more than one hefty clip around the lug hole to emphasise the mothering instinct. I wonder how today's lot would cope with such loving care? Probably bubble the mother and claim PTSD leading to a massive claim for compensation.Though I did come close once and got the shit battered out of me for it.