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It's Friday today - you can get exited now (and you can get extra excited if you live in Europe as it's a holiday on Monday).



Promises I can keep #37: I will never become a Shouty Mum. Why do some people insist on speaking to children LIKE THIS? NO, YOU CAN'T HAVE A LOLLY, CHARLIE. LET'S GO DOWN TO THE BREAD AISLE NOW. Is it the same logic used by those trying to communicate with people who can't speak English? ("If I talk very loudly and slowly, the other person will spontaneously learn my language and begin communicating with me.") Children aren't hard of hearing (or they weren't before you started shouting at them), and you don't need to speak loudly if there is no other ambient noise. We're raising a nation of frightened looking children who ask for earmuffs for Christmas. Please stop being shouty. Thank you.



Thank you all for your hospital song recommendations. Tim should have a playlist for the next year or so now. I'm sure he appreciates it.



Whatever you're doing and whoever you're doing it with, have a fun weekend. We shall be in the garden mucking about; please stop by for a visit if you're in the neighbourhood.