The Garage
When I was small my mother used to say that after God made me he broke the mould. She lied. There are thousands like me in every town and village and you can find us all waiting at the school gates every afternoon ready to pick up our two point four children and take them back to our identical new build boxes on the new estate in the leafy suburbs in the nicer parts of town. We’re the wives, the mothers, the carers and I’m a fully paid up member of the club. School plays, violin practice, cubs...