Has Mrs Muscat forgotten how to drive, or lost her licence?

I had an email this morning from a friend who is sick to the back teeth of seeing Mrs Muscat, the Prime Minister’s wife, deliver her children to school in a state-paid car with a state-paid chauffeur.

“It’s bad enough that we know the state is paying for a car and chauffeur for her exclusive use,” my friend said. “But what makes it even worse is that she makes the trip with them. This morning we had the usual scene right on the school doorstep. She gets out of the car in her pink flip-flops in this weather and does her usual ‘Byepupiloveyou’. She should either have the chauffeur take them to school alone, or she should drive them herself and leave the chauffeur out of it. The sight of Mama and the royal children being chauffeured for the school run was irritating even to begin with. Now, four years down the line and with her husband sinking in corruption, it’s really and truly getting up all our noses. What a sickening sight.”

As I told my friend, you can’t expect bogans to understand these things. The idea of mama being chauffeured on the school run with her children, with everything paid for by the taxes of the husbands of all the other mothers at the gate, is actually Bogan Heaven.

“Fejn hu d-driver hi, ghax ghandi bzonn nitlaq ha mmur ghat-tfal.”