In the corner huddled, naked. I’m more colourful than any clothes I could wear. I’m red, black, and blue. Battered and bruised, my crime enquiring about his whereabouts. Together for 6 years now, our beautiful son asleep upstairs and I’m not entitled, according to him, to ask him anything.
The darkest hour only lasts 60 minutes
Do you ever feel like locking the door?
If adversity gets the better of you
The ray gun is meant for shooting but my nephew likes to just bonk me on the head with his. This makes a very prickly aunt sharper and more dangerous than the cactus glaring at me from the window. I am not a morning person the cogs in my brain don’t start whirling until approximately eleven, which is tea and toast time. There is no point resisting I offered to babysit, nobody made me. I do love the little bugger as much as anybody but just not at the ungodly hour of half seven.