Day of the Mother Fail

It possibly started because I still get cross about the five-year-old rolling around the floor naked, rather than getting dressed. Well, naked except for a dragon tail. The fridge is still protruding into the kitchen and the Other Fridge, decades old and undersized for our needs, is freezing everything. Also,…

The First Day and The Cake

Chippie commenced his first official day of primary school today. Whilst a momentous occasion, my mind has been warped from being in the presence of one child or another, or many, or few over the last six weeks or so. Being one who does not bode well not utilising my…