This thread is fantastic!!! Some creative minds out there!

I'm going to add my mum.

Our house used to back onto a dairy. On the far horizon was the house and it was so far away, you could only just make it out as a house. My mum used to tell my brother it was 'Mr Wood's Naughty Boys Home". Back then when you dialed 244 on the telephone and hung up, it rang back. So, when my brother was being horrendous she'd diall 244 and speak to Mr Wood.
Invariably he'd 'ring her back when he had a spot'. Funny how that was always straight away.
So she'd pack his little bag with a couple of singlets and walk out to the driveway with him to await Mr Wood.
Of course he always promised to be good.....

Poor kid - talk about abuse lol. He didn't find out their secret until he was 13!