59 seconds…

The features of modern technology recently allowed me to eavesdrop a valuable and insightful conversation between my little one, and his four year old cousin as they walked hand in hand through a National Trust forest. They pragmatically and succinctly discussed parental mortality; and still had time for an enlightening chat about dinosaurs – inContinue reading “59 seconds…”

Pediculus…

It’s not quite a full ‘banshee’ morning but it’s not far off. My voice has been raised for at least the last 20 minutes as my unresponsive children are systematically ignoring me. Shouting is having little impact; but the reflex is too strong to resist nevertheless. The little one whines “Can I have the TVContinue reading “Pediculus…”

The in-patients

The taxi curves around a walled courtyard and I hear the tyres crunch on expensive gravel beneath us. A modern glass frontage titivates a nineteenth century house; typical of many boutique hotels I’ve seen before. Mum and I attempt to extract ourselves from the back of the cab in a ladylike manner; but fail miserably.Continue reading “The in-patients”

Mr Smiley

The evening entertainment is a bawdy affair. Swarms of sweaty children weave in and out of chairs and tables whilst bored parents sit torpidly nursing glasses of tart local wine. Nobody knows about me: Mrs NMO. We have only engaged with a few families, smiling absently when our children have crossed paths briefly, never divulgingContinue reading “Mr Smiley”

Tattoo

Although the pool is warm the cold wetness as it soaks into my hair makes me shudder. I ease myself back and push off the side leisurely rotating my arms in a slow backstroke. I keep things unhurried so as not to let any water droplets blur my goggles. The echoing shrieks are muffled asContinue reading “Tattoo”