Confessions of a neurotic mother

My name is Sally and I’m a neurotic parent. There, I’ve said it. I torture myself on a daily basis imagining the many ways my child could die or maim herself. Not for fun – I just can’t help it. Flea will be playing happily in her bedroom and I’ll… View Post

No husband? How careless of me.

“Have you thought about your life insurance lately Mrs Whittle?” the bank teller asked me this morning. I've got to be honest: I don't do conversation on Monday mornings. Especially not before 10am. Just give me the cash. I’ve got a decorator waiting to be paid, and I need to… View Post