Does Mother really like roast parsnip soup?

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?”

Never look your mother in the mouth

Mother has a silver salt cellar cupped in her hands which she holds out towards me as if she were a beggar. Her gesture reminds me of the scene in the musical Oliver when the young Oliver asks for a second portion of gruel. I am unsettled by her gesture and my reaction to it, butContinue reading “Never look your mother in the mouth”

My mother wants to know what existentialism is

Breakfast. Mother licks her index finger and pats it onto the crumbs of pain au chocolate on her plate, while casually asking my daughter what existentialism is. ‘It was all the rage thirty years ago. But you don’t hear people talking about it anymore,’ Mother says, as if mourning the end of the golden ageContinue reading “My mother wants to know what existentialism is”

Would you eat your cat if the apocalypse happened?

Covid lockdown leaves us with little new to talk about My son and I are debating if we would ever eat the cat. ‘Only as a last resort,’ I say. ‘Like in a zombie apocalypse?’ he asks.  ‘Or a global famine brought about by rampant climate change.’ ‘Yeah,’ says my son. ‘I think his thighsContinue reading “Would you eat your cat if the apocalypse happened?”

A cure for baldness may be down to mice follicles

Donald Trump will be saved from a comb over, perhaps Scientists have successfully grown patches of human hair on mice. The Times says this is a big step towards a cure for baldness and will allow scientists to generate ‘a limitless supply of hair follicles’. I don’t think it’s fair to treat mice as unpaidContinue reading “A cure for baldness may be down to mice follicles”