Well it's official, school's out for the summer although with this miserable weather you'd be forgiven for thinking it's actually the winter holidays.

It's been highly amusing reading all of my teacher friends' posts on social media over the past few days. They have been declaring this period as a prolonged New Year for all staff finishing up for the holidays. Some of them have been quite rightly celebrating in pubs across the land, large bottles of champagne in hand while shouting out at the top of their lungs “I'm free, free I tell you, freeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Parents and guardians however might not be singing the same tune especially if predictions of the wettest July on record are even half true.

I don't remember if it ever rained when I was a child during school holidays. I'm sure it must have, but all I can remember is the fun we used to have in Garrowhill which is in Glasgow's East End. I was extremely lucky to grow up in a street full of kids my own age. Even though we all went to different schools, we were the best of friends and a happy wee gang.

The start of the holidays were always the same kicking off with our annual tennis tournament to coincide with Wimbledon. Every morning I would be up and out for 9am to chalk up the court on the road outside my house. My friend Claire would bring over the rackets and balls and my friend Louise would bring along plastic cups and orange juice for refreshments.

Macro and Suzanne, three doors down, would bring Bourbon biscuits and Lisa and Stephen next door would bring paper and pen to keep scores for each game. My sister Lynsey and I competed in the tournament along with the others but my younger sister Laura was too little to play so she used to cheer from the sidelines with her Care Bear for support.

It was a very serious business, let me tell you, and would only be interrupted by the odd passing car during which time play would be abandoned. And like Sir Cliff Richard at Wimbledon when it rains, I would take the opportunity to sing to the crowd whether they liked it or not until play resumed. Remember, this was the 1980’s so thankfully there were slightly less cars on the road back then. We were in our element and my mum still talks about the hassle she had trying to get us to come in for our dinner at the end of the day as we desperately tried to squeeze in one more set in before our steaming hot plates hit the table.

The rest of our summer was spent playing rounders, making rose petal perfume and going to Morecambe Bay for a week's holiday with all the family. If we were really lucky my granny would take us to the carnival at Glasgow Green during the Fair Fortnight and we’d get candy floss for the bus home.

I'm not sure what summers are like now for kids but there seems to be plenty to do during the next six weeks for children of all ages in Glasgow. Both the Riverside Museum and Buchanan Galleries have indoor beaches set up for the kids to get their buckets and spades out and a little sand in their shoes no matter what the weather.

The Forge in Parkhead have a summer of fun planned with lots of different events happening as does Loch Lomond Shores and who could resist that gorgeous scenery? There’s Escape To The Past, a live escape game for two to five players based in Glasgow’s historic Pollok House in the South Side of the city.

Plus do you have what it takes to join the RCS Detective Academy? This fun, five-day summer school is for children aged eight to 11 who want to do something creative in the holidays, enjoy drama and want to make new friends at the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland.

If all of that isn't enough why not check out The Language Hub in Glasgow's West End. They have a summer holidays activity camp with various sessions on arts and crafts, language immersion and language learning sessions for different ages between six months and 12 years. This is only a smidgen of what's happening across our beautiful city over the next week so why not check out www.whatsonglasgow.co.uk for more information.

I don't know about you but with all that's going on the world right now I’d give anything to be a child on my school holidays right now, back out on that street giving Andy Murray a run for his money with my friends.