Is there a children’s television show that brings back floods of memories of your childhood? Do you remember romping around the garden or playground pretending to be your favourite character? There is something wondrous and magical about good quality kids tv. After my son has stomped into our bedroom at some ungodly pre or breaking dawn hour, announced it is morning time, he then requests or more precisely demands “ABC kids Mum!?” At about 6:30am on Sunday mornings, the goggle box gets switched on in our bedroom, and the three of us nestle under the covers, while Rory the racing car, Fireman Sam and Peppa Pig entertain the wee one with accents from my homeland. I normally try to keep my eyes shut, and drift in and out the storylines. My semi successful slumbering if often interrupted by my other half’s not so pleasant commentary. Peppa Pig is a gorgeous show; my favourite part is where all the characters fall on the floor laughing at the end. Peppa, her ...
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