Silent Sunday

dandelions

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Mother in law

She arrives, as usual, like a bulldozer in a children’s sandpit. ‘Permesso?’  (meaning ‘can I come in?’)  she screeches,  in her  exhaust-pipe-scraping-tarmac voice. Unhusband’s mother, the mother unlaw from Italy, or Nonna, as she’s known to  J and D, has only one volume: ear splitting. And believes in … [Read more...]

FEAR

Sometimes it consumes me. The fear that something dreadful is lurking in my DNA. That somewhere in that unseen double helix lies a chink in my genetic makeup.  Bad biology. The doctor is round and avuncular. He examines the network of moles on my back, like a game of join-the-dots. ‘I’m going to refer you to the … [Read more...]

Rhubarb and rain

rhubarb

There are only two things in plentiful supply on the allotment at the moment: rain and rhubarb. We inherited the rhubarb when we took on the plot three years ago and it’s incredibly low maintenance. I ignore it all year until it rewards us with loads of ruby red stalks, which I then plunder mercilessly. Here are some … [Read more...]

I want my boobs back!

breastfeeding toddler

Dear boob-loving toddler, We have shared some beautiful moments together, but I think it’s time to move on. Now that you are almost two and a quarter,  I would really like my body back. Obviously it will never go back to the way it was before you and your brother ransacked it, but what I’m saying is that my … [Read more...]