To imagine that Fridays at Mumsnet Towers...

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...are like no-uniform days at school? Everyone swilling gin and eating cake and playing the games that have been brought in. Whenever the Big Red Buzzer sounds to say a post has been reported, there's an argument about who should respond. "I can't do it, I'll lose this life on Cookie Jam." "Well I'm not looking at it, we're in the middle of Cluedo and if I move away Becky will peek in the envelope."

Just me then?

For the avoidance of doubt we tended to swig Ribena at my school rather than gin, but the principle's the same.