Oh to have been able to take our horrors to the local when they were young! They are now 45,43 and 41.
A story that typifies those unenlightened days - a ex-Herc mate of mine invited his Aussie in-laws over to Wiltshire for the christening of their baby son in 1977. Thinking it would be a good idea to take them to our local for a pub lunch (only chicken-in-the-basket in those days ), he rang up 'Happy Jim' the not so genial patron of The Old Inn in Minety and duly booked. He explained that he had the tame Aussies with him and would it be alright to bring cot and baby in. No children allowed in the pub was the answer. Alright says Ron, cancel my booking. I don't think he ever went there again - it was The Turnpike or Plough at Crudwell for our ex-Herc meetings from then on!
I am happy to see well-behaved brats in a pub but draw the line at them sitting at the bar, and if they hear industrial language ( we have a large farming community here! ) that's tough.