Susan Stephens' Writing Diary

This very instant the sprogs have left en masse for the music festival they ache to attend- You know the one- I told you about it yesterday- cacophonous 'music', muddy fields, flooded tents, filthy lavatories...

Oh, yeh, baby! (or the twenty-first centuryish equivalent)

Of course I made all the right noises, and made sure they took all reasonable precautions against Trench Foot, gangrene, syphilis/pregnancy, squits, starvation, cholera, and stomach pumping at the local hospital...

I even bought an incredibly expensive pair of pale blue Hunter wellies for my youngest sprog- on the basis that half the cost would go to a charity of my choice: 'The Variety Club of Great Britain', in this instance.

If you want to know how I feel right now- how I really feel... I feel as if I have just taken off a pair of incredibly tight shoes after a day at the sales- that's how I feel, girls.

OK, condemn me for being a lousy Mum/Mom if you will- but hell, those kids exhaust me- How about you???
Answers in the usual way for a bag of goodies with my warmest regards and heartfelt sympathy.

Love to all- and, if you've got the energy, which I don't have right now, happy reading everyone!!

Love
Susan xx