Father’s Day. 07.30am. I sneak downstairs hoping to catch the family by surprise as they lay out a smorgasbord of gifts for me. Last Father’s Day, I shuffled downstairs late and a little the worse for wear. I had an old egg yolk stain on my T-shirt and a few day’s stubble. I received aContinue reading “My Father’s Day marked the end of the patriarchy”
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Ironing: Why does my mother like it so much?
What’s the best iron money can buy?
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