Driving to an appointment with the dentist at 09:15 Zulu this morning and seeing couples of working age (with prams), scoffing cheap tat from Gregg's bakery, mooching aimlessly around. The urge to wind down the window and yell "Get a job!" was almost overwhelming. Thankfully, self-preservation prevailed. My car and my delicate self are far too pretty to provoke a NEET kicking.