Julie Jay: I've never been to war, but I have been to a play centre

In a scene not unlike the opening moments of Dunkirk, these kids are just flinging themselves into the abyss and hoping for the best

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This week a friend launched a guerrilla attack when she texted to see if I fancied hanging out with her two very likeable smallies, while she ‘went to the credit union’. Of course, anyone who grew up during the ‘80s knows that ‘going to the credit union’ covers a broad spectrum of eventualities, from a trip to the hairdressers to the pub, to eloping to Venice.

“I’ll take them no problem,” I say, less motivated by altruistic tendencies and more motivated by the fact she will have to return the favour on the day I also decide to mitch off motherhood for an afternoon.