Well no.

No, my poor friend, you have little cause to be indignant that this book stacked in the children's aisle at Tesco's had a swear word in it. The title 'Five go to Brexit Island,' should have been a clue that perhaps misplacement had occurred, as opposed to Enid Blyton writing a kiddy book from beyond the grave about the EU referendum. I would have explained the satire, but was already in trouble before you revealed that a Tesco's assistant had lost control of themselves and started giggling at your complaint. Then one of your friends added a baffled comment about how they thought Enid Blyton only wrote children's stories, not stuff like that. At this point, I was helpless, incapacitated at the indignation at Tesco's, the assistant, the publishers, the shelf-stackers and Enid herself.

Yes, the book was in the wrong place. That's all I can give you. After that, it's all about trying not to wee myself with laughter. I'm so sorry, or at least I'm trying to be.