Thursday, 18 April 2013

Found this on my desktop, no idea when I wrote it.

If you figure once a week, every week for twenty years, it’s over a thousand. Add in a top-up every week, and I have been around that supermarket over two thousand times.
They tell you to write about what you know. This is what I know. I have been to that bloody school five days a week, thirty nine weeks a year for eleven years. Twice a day. That is four and half thousand school runs. I don’t even want to calculate how many runny noses wiped, floors mopped, dog shit picked up, nappies washed, meals prepared, shirts ironed or loos scrubbed. I probably could give it an estimate but I don’t want to.
This is what I know. We still need bloody bread!