Avoiding the Postman

I had two babies who were bad sleepers. I was up with both of them several times a night and I was knackered. Not in a light hearted ‘I’ll joke about this one day’ fashion – it was more of a drained, angry feeling I dragged about with me all day. My one aim of…

At the Checkout

‘How are you today?’ ‘Fine, thanks. You?’ I reply, then turn away to bellow at my children, who are wrestling on the floor, as I try to stuff my massive amount of shopping into bags. ‘Not bad, thanks.’ I nod briefly and the lad on the checkout continues. ‘Have you much planned this afternoon?’ ‘GET UP OFF…