“So, like, what’s up, girlfriend?” she says in her best D4 voice. “Gimme a C. C! Gimme an L. L! Gimme an O. O!” I laugh. “What are you doing, Clover?” “OMG! Sylvie’s just told me that Mills tried out for the All Saints. How could you let it happen, Greenster? Have I taught you nada? Cheerleading ...
Brains has set up his Wii on the portable telly and Clover’s thrashing her opponent in the boxing ring. Gramps is reading in his room, the littlies are all in bed and I have no idea where Denis is lurking.“Thump.” Clover hits the air with the Wii controller. “Thump, thump, thump. Bash.”“You’re pr...
I sent Flora a Mother’s Day e-card this morning. When you open it, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” plays and bluebirds and butterflies flutter across the screen. I hope she likes it. I made a real card for Nan. I took a photo of some daffodils in her garden. Then I printed it and stuck it on card an...
She’s had several arguments with Mum over silly things, like yesterday morning when she tried to go to school in shorts with bare legs, until Mum stopped her and made her put woolly tights on underneath. Then earlier today she refused to take Goldie out because she said it was my turn. It turned ...
He’s even got pieces of mushy cookie in his bangs. Dave’s standing in front of the stove, stirring something in a frying pan. His headphones are clamped over his ears, and he’s swaying his shoulders and singing along to an old Beatles song. I sit down at the kitchen table and wait for him to noti...
Baby Gracie is doing well and the doctors think she may not need surgery after all, which is a huge relief to everyone, me included. Seth made me a baby card with “Congratulations on being a big sister (again)” written inside and a P.S.: “Hope she doesn’t cry and poop as much as your other sister...
I creep down the stairs and past the living room door, which is slightly ajar. Mum’s asleep on the sofa, snoring gently, her feet resting on Dave’s lap; Dave’s watching a James Bond film with the sound right down, cradling Evie in the crook of his left arm and feeding her a bottle, his eyes glued...
Dave’s out walking the babies and Mum’s at the supermarket, so I roll off the sofa, walk into the hall, and pick up the handset. “Yello? Green and Wildgust residence. How may I help you?” “Amy, it’s Mac. You haven’t seen Bailey today, by any chance, have you? He snuck out early this morning. Ther...