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Thoughtlessness in society today involves chemical and germ warfare. Last week, my goddaughter, playing tennis with friends on an indoor court, had to change ends simply to avoid breathing in the pungent fumes from an over-scented moron, obviously of the same mind-set as the women who attend the gym in perfume and full make-up. At the weekend, the same goddaughter was at a bbq. Here, in a tight scrum against the rain, a smiley, fey mother - the type which brings me out in a rash - held a wilting youngster who she’d “never seen so poorly as she was last night.”  I’m not attempting to join up the dots for legal proceedings but it is a fact that the goddaughter is now laid low with a chest infection, affecting work, play, and her own disability. Don’t fret about weapons of mass destruction, only the increasing army of the thoughtless.