Let's go to the drive-thru

Why it's time to start mooching around like we're teenagers still spending our babysitting money. Plus: I've accidentally discovered summer's viral dress.

This weekend I was busy getting sunburned in the outskirts of Manchester - embarrassing, yes, but social media reveals I was not alone. I’ve been staying at my parents’, contemplating how we will never end global warming when my dad’s generation is insisting the house is freezing to the point of putting on the heating in June but will not put on a jumper as “It’s summer.” It’s a battle that I will not win, but will continue to wage (turning down the heating dial every time I pass it, pointing out that the car dashboard shows it is hitting 25°C outside, sweating theatrically).

I spent a lot of time in a soft play. Honestly, given how sober so many people are these days, more hens should just take the party to a play centre once the children have gone home. No need for expensive reformer Pilates when you’ve just spent an hour climbing through a vast padded fortress of arches and slides, dodging giant spiked balls, spinning foam doors, and a built-in go-kart track. Yes, today’s kids will…