Reading Yowzers previous opinion about cakes & biccies from the past has made me think about Sunday tea at my house growing up. We always had a Sunday lunch every week without fail, then our Sunday tea would consist of a sandwich (normally made with meat leftover from the Sunday joint) and CAKES. There was always French Fancies, something by Mr Kipling a Kit Kat or a Penguin, a slice of madiera cake for the grown ups, my mum would sometimes make a Victoria Sponge as well. How unhealthy is that? I can't imagine eating that many cakes in a week now let alone one sitting. Was this the norm at anyone elses house or was it just my mum trying to turn us into the fat family?

yes we did wev always went to my grandparents hose

I'm not the type of mum who would blindly push her kids out into the road. As I said he was speeding, he just came out of nowhere, the light was red, there were at least 4 cars stopped on the opposite side of the road and it is hard to miss someone pusing a pram across the road in broad daylight, even if I hadn't looked it certainly wouldn't have excused dangerous and irresponsible driving.

I always pay attention to whatever is going on around me as i have alot of people pull out in front of me. You would think they would see a bright yellow car coming towards them.

I had mine yesterday. I was crossing the road at the pedestrian crossing with my two year old in his pushchair, he pressed the button and we waited for the green man, as I pushed him out into the road a car sped through the red light, I'm still not sure how I managed to pull the pram out of the way in time as I didn't actually see the car coming, maybe it was instinct or something I really don't know, whatever it was it saved my little boys life as the car had no chance of stopping (its a 30mph road but he was going more like 40) and my baby was totally exposed sitting upright in the buggy. My hands are still shaking now and I feel sick thinking about it, I didn't sleep last night as everytime I closed my eyes I saw a mangled pushchair. I think I will go cold thinking about how close I came to losing him even when hes all grown up.

The closest call I have ever had is being mugged in broad daylight in the middle of a busy high street by two burly men. I am a small female under 5 foot and no one came to help. Luckily one of my attackers only wanted my money. The other one would have killed me if it weren't for his mate