I am such a risk adverse worrywart. I worry about everything. Will the girls be too hot? Or too cold? Should they take their gloves to school, even though it's been 20 degrees Celsius this week? (It'll never last) If they stay up late they won't get enough sleep and will be grumpy, but if I try and put them to bed too early we all get tense when they won't settle. Nap in the day, or not? Snacks of fruit, or chocolate, or both? Shake n vac on the carpet, or not - just in case I miss a bit and they decide to try and eat it?
You get the picture.
And as a result, you can perhaps imagine how I reacted this winter when, during Christmas visits to family and friends, we entered two separate houses, on two separate occasions, in which the gas fire was on, but no fire guard was in sight. Now I love a fire with 'proper' flames; but when the children are running around the lounge playing with balloons, I find that I have to go and deliberately and yet as inconspicuously as possible, park myself right in front of the fire to protect them from the risk of falling on it.
Am I too risk adverse? Maybe I am, in many respects. But I work on the basis that, if I can avoid my children experiencing great pain, then I will. And I seem to remember being a child in the 70s, playing in my Grandad's living room, and placing my Chocolate Mousse on the small ledge around the fire (outside the very large fire guard) and waiting for it too melt into lovely gooey yumminess.
So what's the deal? Are fire guards too old fashioned these days? Do trends really out way safety? Or am I just a crazy women going through a midlife? Hmmm?