As I was chasing my son around the garden trying to get him indoors for bedtime I had a flashback of my childhood.

Sunday evenings were bathtime, which my sister and I hated because our mum used to scrub our scalps so hard we thought they'd bleed. Every Sunday, without fail, the neighbours would hear our shrieks as we hid from mum who was shouting at us. We'd hide in the long grass at the top of the garden which would have been a great hiding place were it not for the fact we hid there EVERY single week! Mum would come after us wielding a wooden spoon (panic not, it was never used!)

It must have been really annoying for mum knowing it was going to happen each time but to me & my sister it seemed like a great laugh. Now I know how exasperated my mum must have been.

No matter how many times you say you'll never turn into your parents or do things the way they did inevitably some things are the same generation after generation.

I didn't have the easiest of childhoods but it's rather pleasant to see my children doing some of the things that I did as a child (only the nice bits of course!) It's memories like this that make it all worthwile.