Janet Christie: Mum’s the word
There comes a time to run
I’m walking home when a car stops beside me. It’s a friend from across the bridge. “I was round the corner, thought I’d drop by for a cup of tea.”
Oh good. Oh no. This morning Youngest Child described the house as “an explosion in a laundrette”. A laundrette that judging by the scattered plates has hosted a Greek wedding. And in the kitchen are three Fender amplifiers, one blocking the fridge, another the washing machine and a third the door. Where else would Eldest Child store them?