Ben is a little shit who is always throwing tantrums. He is a fat ugly child. His father died a few months ago so now his way of dealing with stress is to shout at his mother. Who shouts back at him, curses at him and swears at him.

David, the clinical physcologist is studying the family. THere are two separate issues. Small children issues and my son is the span of satan little shit that I love to shout at issue.

If I was Grace, I would try super nannies time out sessions. Instead of shouting “shut up, fuck off” etc at my son, I would decide to take myself away from him and give myself a time out. That would allow me to calm down and Ben to calm down.

I would buy my son a little electrical shock device and ask him to shock me every time I use bad language and shout at him.

In short, I would give myself a kick up the arse for not being respectful of my children and myself.

When the parent is a child herself in her approach to problems, what hope is there for “Families in trouble?”

Ny solution for Ben is he needs to find some after school activities, involving team work, be it sport of music or whatever. Ben is built like he would be a good prop, so I’d recommend rugby. He lives in Limerick and his family all wear Munster rugby shirts. It is his Mum Grace’s favourite shirt. Ben being at rugby would give him his own space. He is twelve. He needs his own space.

Sport, no shouting, time out to calm down.

Oh, and stop calling each other things like “you stupid little fucker” (mother to son) and “you bitch” (son to mother).

(My name is Laura and I’m blogging TV)

The killings in the last few days have been quite unbelievable. I have to feel sorry for the poor innocent plumber who lost his life.

But, the other killings, all the debate,

“Oh, we must do something.”

“Gun crime must be focused on.”

“Drug crime must be focused on.”

I don’t know. Would it not be better to focus on some of the social problems that lead to this violence? But then again, that is probably too simplistic also.

I know. Build a big wall in the sea around Ireland and stop all the boats laden down with the drugs from coming in.

And deploy sniffer dogs in Dublin airport. Sniffer dogs trained to sniff drugs. Fifty of them in every terminal. Oh wait, there is only one terminal. Ok. Sniffer dogs at every luggage check in belt. Sniffer dogs randomly sniffing.

Random breath testing cut down road deaths. Random sniffer dogs might help to make people a little less blatant about bringing drugs into Ireland. But the problem is, Dublin Airport is so over crowded that they might not fit into the airport.

The small time dealers, send them to Charlie’s Island. Build a prison there. Keep them there for at least ten years.

There. That is as about as useful as all the debate I heard on prime time tonight.

When you seek a service from someone and furnish them with details on what you want done, you think that having been provided with all the information, the person who gave you a quote will stick to it.

So imagine your surprise when they decide to double it and proceed without notifying you of the change in cost.

A simple telephone call to let you know the status quo would not be too much to ask for, or so you would think.

So, you tell them, “Well, I am only paying what you quoted, you had all the information.”

Then everything goes silent.

So, you think, never mind, I’ll get someone else to do it. But, deep inside you are left wondering is that really the end of it or am I going to be persued for the initial amount (which I would happily pay).