If - for instance, a boy was to find himself with a few minutes to wait before the family sets off to meet some relative the parents want to impress, the boy is dressed in his best clothes, and has been scrubbed and polished to within an inch of his life, so the boy wanders out into the back garden and in a few minutes has managed to fall over whilst carrying a bucket full of mud to the total detremement of his apperance, and reappears inside the house covered in dirt, blood and with his clothes torn - then his mother would go spare.

It is usually a combination of rage and frustration.

Anne the Pleater