Since I started talking, things have changed. Nothing in the physical sense. I still drive a lorry, work as unskilled labour, secretary, bookkeeper and cook and clean. Mother. That is my job. The one that I made for myself. Since I started talking, I have remembered that I have a voice. Opinions. Listening to women… […]
I am his troop of one. That is all.
“If I should die before my husband please no-one refer to me first as his wife. Perhaps after my name and occupation? (FFS)”. Thus spake Polly Samson on Twitter and I couldn’t agree more strongly… I can’t just get away with calling this a ‘generational thing’. I’m of a generation that fought for equality for […]
This is a re-post, but the coarse season is going out, and as it comes in again, the mackerel and nearly here and so the real summer begins! Can’t wait! I am never ill. My husband has many ailments of various natures and can catch a cold in two seconds flat. He is, however, one of […]
I am a landscaper’s labourer. I am the driver. Among other things. Today, he and I lifted and removed one hundred 2 foot by 2 foot paving slabs. The good old fashioned kind, that weigh a ton. Each, almost more than I could lift. Almost. But I shifted my half. Then we removed the concrete […]
How many of us made all the pancakes, dished them out, one by one as they came out of the pan, fed the happy family, then ate ours standing at the kitchen top with the last bit of batter? I did. Made me think of my mum and all the years gone by……