The Society In Favour Of Liberating Saturday Mornings

Tomorrow will be Saturday, and Saturday morning is 'Busy Parent Morning'. Little Tarquin or Jennifer being ferried around to swimming, brownie cubs, 'bunched up/every child chasing the ball' football and duller-than-dishwater cup cake parties.

Being currently childless I don't have such concerns but this does seem to me a generation thing. Why do parents of my generation do it? Don't do it! Be free and let them be free.

When I was a child I was left to fester in bed all Saturday morning. It was a treat. I loved my parents for leaving me be. I would eventually get up just before Grandstand, make a slide out of my mattress and the staircase and make a one-way trip down to the kitchen to rustle up a Sandwich Spread sandwich before running out to play, unsupervised, in disused air raid shelters with Mark Foxall.

And I grew up alright didn't I? (Rhetorical if you know me – if you don't, read back over the previous 128 blogs and make your own mind up).