Dashing here and dashing there, and at pains the work to share – – paid employment, nappies, chores ( –“these are mine, and those are yours”); shuttling children everywhere,
… make you feel that you’re ever so dim, and your eyes glaze over, and start to skim, the meaning is lost, and your mind goes blank and you wonder if this will soon empty the bank …
Hungry on holiday kids’ tummies sad end of a jolly day, – ‘Where’s the chippie, Dad?’ Driving up and all around, ‘Stop, Dad, ask a passer-by’ ‘Need a local on home ground
