We’re lucky. We live in a shared house on a posh street. The teacher’s strikes have been tricky though. I’ve not been able to get any time off work, but a lady down the road has been looking after my youngest, Louise.
“Estelle never had telly. They just did playing.” Louise said excitedly thrusting a picture towards me. The picture was a face made out of a meal’s worth of dried pasta. “Tomorrow we’re going to do printing with potatoes.”
We put the picture on the fridge. It watched us while they ate, and I pretended I’d eaten at work.
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Oh! This hits hard! A very thoughtful and well written drabble, Lisa.
Lisa Williams 9 months ago
Thank you - Tough times for many at mo! xx
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Tough times indeed for very many.