As you read this, tea and a crumpet on the go, catching up on the papers of a Sunday, spare a thought for me.
I will have been up with the lark, spreading jam onto white sliced, putting cheesy balls into bowls and trying not to drop the Captain America cake I asked someone to make (my effort last year tasted of dust and it makes me feel slightly less guilty than if I bought it at Asda).
This morning, my son is having his fifth birthday party. It involves a leisure centre, a bouncy castle, no vegetables, and a frazzled mummy who should have thought this through better and held it later in the day because it’s a really long time before she can have wine.
Kids’ birthday parties are stressful, we all know this. What I didn’t know was how much more stressful, complicated, political, even, they become once your child is of school age. Read More