To the cinema. 'Mamma mia!'

Cheesy, corny, funny and heart-warming. Cringingly bad singing at times. Impossibly romantic at others. How did Abba know how I would feel all these years later? Either they did, or some of those songs were just written for the average, common and half-witted woman with luggage and dreams. I fit perfectly.

Pest n.1 and n.2 were singing along, word by word. They also know the words of Athlete songs and Radiohead by heart. I am a very selfish mother: should I not have nursery rhymes and the Gruffalo story read by Imelda Staunton in the car instead?

After all, I may learn something too from a clever mouse who takes a stroll through the deep dark wood, or all I shall be left with, will be tears that are scared of the facts.