This is the diary of a male Boomer. A man who walks the tightrope between the demands of his Mother, wife and kids when all he wants is more ‘me time’. Post Crash, Post Covid, Post Libido, Past Caring. Ecce homo. Ecce Boomer. Ecce Man in the Middle.
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I often wake up with mixed emotions about the day ahead. I’m not sure why. Mornings didn’t always feel this way. I used to be bubbly at breakfast and was at my best before lunch. Carpe diem was my usual morning battle. I was like a young Bertie Wooster, pumped on Highballs for Breakfast. Now,Continue reading “Mixed emotions about the day ahead”
Why do my children avoid housework?
Mother is slowly sipping roast parsnip soup under the watchful eye of her carer. She eats her lunch purposefully, bowing her head down as she brings the spoon up to her lips. Her right-hand trembles but this time the soup doesn’t slop over the side of the spoon. ‘We’re going make you big and strongContinue reading “Does Mother really like roast parsnip soup?”
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