Thursday, February 12, 2004
as an example of how fragile tiredness makes me: in the market car park today I cleverly moved the pram to the "sitting up" position to get stuff out of the basket. then I found I couldn't fold the pram up and couldn't get the seat to go back down. therefore I was stuck in the hot sun with a baby about to want feeding, and no way of getting the pram into the car. rang dh. he didn't know how to do it. practically hung up on him. appealed for help from a couple (with a crying toddler themselves) who were waiting for a car spot. the bloke rose to the challenge and figured it out for me.
on my way in to the market I was thinking "I'm not really a hatchback-driving middle-class suburban mother at home. I'm really a black-leather-clad, promiscuous, motorbike riding young writer." oops, that was 10 years ago. what other identities are hidden inside the people you walk past at the mall?
on my way in to the market I was thinking "I'm not really a hatchback-driving middle-class suburban mother at home. I'm really a black-leather-clad, promiscuous, motorbike riding young writer." oops, that was 10 years ago. what other identities are hidden inside the people you walk past at the mall?
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