I'VE just got back from the weirdest Sunday afternoon ever, I'm just back from a rave! Ha no I didn't think I'd be saying that at my age and with a four- year- old in tow, but it was fantastic, a family rave. All the old cheesy quavers (ravers) from back in the day still love all those tunes that they heard in the middle of a field, but now they're hitting middle age and don't really get out dancing anymore (I'm judging by my own standards) so, anyway, those ravers are still there and these family raves are for them, but this time around they take their kids with them and wear more comfortable shoes.

At lunchtime on a Sunday there was a queue of people to get into a nightclub in town. I could hear the thud of the bass and was immediately transported back to a farm where someone had set up a sound system, what a wonderful trip down memory lane. And to have my four-year- old there, loving the tunes, the lights and carrying glow sticks was both emotional and hilarious. I'd already tried to educate her about house music and she dances to it with her hands in the air like she's holding up the roof.

Every time a new song dropped all the people over 4ft tall let out a whoop and had big smiles, the kids thought it was ace to just be inside a nightclub and with glitter cannons and bubbles too, dreams were made today.

Catch Zoe on Heart Breakfast 6-10 and read her ‘Bad mum’ blog at www.zoehanson.com

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