So, what did my little Aussie grandsons get up to when they were over in the UK!
PC Plod: And what do you expect ME to do about it, Sunshine?
GHG: Take us home?
PC Plod: Which is where?
PC Plod: What, you want me to take you all the way back to Australia?
GHG: No, Silly; to our home here!
PC Plod: What's that 'PEYROT' written on your T shirts? Is that a hotel or something?
GHG: No, it's where our Grumpy lives.
PC Plod: (studying his Brighton map) I can't find any 'PEYROT' around here.
GHG: No, Silly: it's in France.
PC Plod: What, you want me to take you all the way back to France then?
Finn: Look, can you just take us home.
PC Plod: If I knew where your home was; frankly, I'd be only too pleased to.
GHG: You stupid Pommy bastard; it's just round the corner, where all those women are shrieking, bawling, and tearing their hair out!
(The naughty boys got their ride in a Police Car, were returned, and are now spending a week or so in Langkawi, Malasia; on their way back to Oz; sigh!)