A year ago today I started this blog. I had no idea what I was doing or indeed what this blog would be about. I started in prose and wrote about Esther’s challenges and (small) triumphs working within higher education in the UK. These accounts are largely autobiographical, with nods to anonymity through pseudonyms of … Continue reading One
Were I young (and not so old), I'd have kids now, not later. I am young (and please don't scold), I plan to terminate her.
There once was a woman called Midge Who would soberly write about bridge But her passion and joy was to shock her three boys By nakedly cleaning the fridge. Dear Midge has turned 39 And guzzles down bottles of wine Says she to her sons I’ve now got the runs Come clean up this … Continue reading Midge
How to Avoid Killing your Kids