I wrote this post to a friend the other day (apologies to any 50's mother out there who didn't have this experience):
I sometimes think that 50's mothers knew how to keep their best interests in mind better than we do. Look at me: in thrall to my children day and night. No afternoon drinking sessions in the garden, no cigarette smoking in the bath whilst doing my toenails, no reading magazines with my coffee klatch cronies. No, instead I'm racing around trying to provide sensible learning opportunities for my children. My nails are a mess, I have little to no hairspray in my hair, I don't get near enough gossip sessions, and I lost my corset. I'm a mess.
Now I promise to get my tongue out of my cheek!