Show Notes
Hurrah and Huzzah! Another summer is survived, and the schools have returned! We attempt to have a grown up and adult conversation about this, but deviate onto potatoes, pink beds and pastie suppers. Jo shares a tale of the mysterious Oxfam shop Sock Man, Gill explains why she loved her children's nursery teacher more than her children, and we do actually touch slightly on the topic as we turn to the horrors of things found lurking in lunchboxes that have been abandoned for the whole summer, and we share our opinions on such phrases as 'treasure every moment' and 'you only have eighteen precious summers with your children' (I think you can guess what they might be)!
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