Pasta

You fail every day to make them feminist men, The domestic is boring and nothing to them. Food on their plates, clean clothes in their drawers, Warm beds to sleep in and hoovered bedroom floors. You’ve created two Princelings, spoiled rotten boys, When you ask them for help all they hear is white noise. This … Continue reading Pasta

Martha

For the Perthshire Mummy Brigade   It’s 6 in the morning you’re lying in bed, You’re watching your husband get dressed and you’ve said: ‘Let me turn down your collar, I’ll straighten your tie.’ You’ve toasted his success, ‘Here’s mud in your eye!’ His new job is starting, he’s anxious as fuck, You hope that … Continue reading Martha