My hair salon closed. Gone overnight, my lifeline to the outside world, my hormonal crutch. Home schooling four teenage boys, useless gangly lumps with their mood swings, arguments, loud music, and fridge-raiding. Husband tearing his hair out, longing for a meaningful conversation about corrugated iron, or some other deep philosophical topic with his mates in the pub. Don’t mention his baking — he spent one entire week attempting to make the perfect sourdough bread. The smell of yeast rising, the mess in the kitchen. It never occurred to him to clean up — left a sour taste in my mouth, all right.
Sue Clayton
26/2/2022 02:13:52 am
Thankfully familial murder was consigned to Mary's journal. Or was it?
Pamela Kennedy
26/2/2022 04:40:37 pm
I loved her comments about her family...."gangly lumps...fridge-raiding"..."longing for meaningful conversation...." Gave me a chuckle.
Mary Anne Mc Enery
27/2/2022 07:34:45 am
Thanks everyone. Comments are closed.
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