Brexit made Mother a political junkie.
It’s Boxing Day. Mid-morning. I’m still in bed but I hear Christmas Carols playing and picture my wife having a coffee with her mum downstairs. She’ll be drinking from the recyclable, foldable coffee cup which son gave her as a Christmas present because she wants him to see her using it the minute he wakesContinue reading “Last Boxing Day”
It’s New Year’s Day. Everyone is slouching in front of the TV. Only the TV is off, because one of my Wife’s New Year resolutions is that the family should watch less TV. She hasn’t quantified exactly how many hours of TV that means we can watch this year or how it’s going to beContinue reading “New Year’s Resolutions”
It is essential Mother doesn’t feel like a lodger in our home, according to my Wife. If this experiment in our family life is to work. She must have full citizenship, not just a second rate settled status. ‘She has to feel this home is as much hers as ours. We must encourage her toContinue reading “Mother nearly sets the house on fire”
Mother is sitting in the window leafing intently through a stack of loose leafed old photographs. She studies the picture on the front and then slowly turns it over to check the back like an archeologist gently handling an ancient artifact for clues. Her chair has high wooden armrests and a deep seat so theContinue reading “Burning the evidence”