You’ve changed… You used to be reliable, I knew you would come and there you were, bang on seven o clock every single night of the week. You would arrive and calm would descend upon the madness of my home. Silence would fill the space where children had been seen to battle and the soft…
living with Mary feckin Poppins
The chap I married is not a morning person. He takes exception every morning to having a five year old creeping into his room between five and seven and asking in a booming voice, “Is it waking up time yet?” He typically does a strong impression of a corpse at this point in order to…