The Husband has been getting his knickers in a twist. Yesterday, he was shocked to discover that I have, on many more than one occasion, worn a pair of his mother’s briefs. The conversation starter arose after I pointed out to The Mother-in-Law that she was wearing my pink stripy socks – a pair that […]
Every Wednesday night, at around 8 o’clock, The Mother-in-Law’s House becomes a centre for yoga practice for the friends, lovers and key-holders of milady’s manor. The Husband and I retreat downstairs after wrestling cuddling the children to sleep, and then empty the living room of all signs of daytime life. The Mother-in-Law hoovers, I make […]
It has been a testing time at The Mother-in-Law’s House. My funny, bright and beautiful daughter had her fourth birthday; a time that inspires a mother with bountiful joy and endless happy, watery memories of her child’s wonderful beginnings on this earth. And yet whilst I was icing her NOT-PINK cake, and wrapping her NOT-PINK […]
Last week’s warm weekend, with its ingratiating mantra and promise of sunnier climes, tricked me into thinking spring had arrived. One minute I was making daisy chains in The Mother-in-Law’s garden with two nymphy children running naked circles around me; the next I’m impersonating a drowned rat towing two smaller drowned rats through gale-force winds […]
