Parents who help their children buy soft drugs are sending the wrong signals So we're sitting on a shaded cafe terrace enjoying a leisurely aperitif as the sun sets over the Mediterranean. A mobile chirrups - text incoming - and one of the company of middle-class, middle-aged Brits scans her message. It' s from the teenage daughters who have been left at home in Bristol for the weekend. "They're after our dealer's number - they're planning a chilled night in and want something to smoke," explains the mother, who runs her own interior design agency, and texts back. Later, a fresh message confirms that the enterprising merchant has turned up on his bike and sold them some cannabis. Sorted. [continues 1148 words]