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My old boss called it Fat Friday, my daughter calls it Friday Feast and my friend calls it Booze Night. Its seems after a recent random post on Facebook this is a long standing tradition in most households, friday marks the end of a busy week. We spend all week working hard, we do our homework, we exercise, we eat well, we avoid fatty foods, alcohol and sweets (exceptions apply). By the end of the week we have earn’t ourselves our favourite treat, for older generations I can remember this being ‘fish and chips’, in my 20’s it was a chance to unwind after work with friends, as a child it was going to the sweet shop after school and staying up past my bedtime.

We enjoy our fridays much like christmas eve, we get to enjoy our chosen treats the way we like before the big stuff the next day. Its a guilt free time of the week when the usual rules no longer apply without the pressure of where we should be or what we should be doing.

So get ready with that bottle of wine you have been saving, those gorgeous new desserts you saw in the shops today, check the TV for a good rom com, text friends to meet at the pub you’ve been meaning to try for ages, go forth and eat your dinner without checking the fat, sugar and salt content. Relax, Indulge and enjoy your night off, just don’t anyone mention monday morning…



I’ve noticed as my daughter has reached the end of her infant school education how much her confidence has grown. She is top of her year, the oldest, more experienced in school life than her reception school mates.

With this comes the added confidence at home, the answering back, the ability to realise when she says no she can stand her ground and refuse to back down. I’ve found myself turning into my mother, phrases such as ‘Because I said so thats why’, ‘Wait until your dad gets home’. I’m starting understand my own mother more now than when I had no children.

My mother was taken from us by breast cancer when I was 21 before I had my daughter, so my motherhood has developed without her help or influence and it amazes me that I’m naturally doing the same things as she did with me when I was younger.¬†One thing that does start to worry me is the mischief I got up to in my teenage years and at university, and I’ve still to reach that phase yet.. although I have a few years before we get there.

I’m grateful that my daughter still likes the park, an ice-cream and is currently counting how many sleeps until her birthday.. 46..

This mumsnet discussion on answering back definitely makes for an interesting read on the subject…

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Great highs, the depths of the lows and why at age 7 do I still have to remind my daughter to say please!

Great highs, the depths of the lows and why at age 7 do I still have to remind my daughter to say please!

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