As our daughters often remind us, and this was brought home to me again today as I was reading folk on social media complaining about teenage sleepovers.
One of the things I really miss now that my girls are in their twenties are the hordes of pals descending on us. A lounge full of sleeping over peeps and me making batches of Scotch pancakes for breakfast. Keeping emergency supplies in the freezer in case of occasions like rustling up a hot meal for eight cold and wet teens who’d been singing at the village fete.
So yes, dear daughters. We are not normal.