I went to London at the Weekend.
My two eldest were a little concerned about Mummy going away to the big smoke.
Rebecca told me to try not to break the law. I reassured her that I would not (and wondered how she knew so much about what we get up to at blogging conferences!).
There followed an influx of instructions that I had to follow in London:
“Don’t fall off the platform at the tube station, Mummy. The trains are VERY fast!”
“Wait for the green man before you cross the road- the roads are VERY busy.”
“Don’t talk to strangers- there are nice people and bad people in London”
Honestly, I felt like I was getting the third degree. Surely they knew I wouldn’t do any of these things? Why were they giving me a million and one instructions to keep me safe? I wonder where they’ve got it from and heard it before?
Oh! Yes, of course, that will be me!
