all mums are superslaves - says she sat on her backside drinking a cup of tea made for her by her 9 year old son…

My Fair Lady (adapted)
All I want is a job somewhere,
With flexibility and opportunity fair,
Not far away from the kids I love
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Lots of help in an affordable home,
Lots of time to play and roam,
Not lots of chores for superskivy
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?

Quality time with children to enjoy
Warm and tenderness, restin’ on my knee
Before they grow in a blinking eye
Aow, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly

Women who stay at home to bring up their children often get slated in the media, scrounging / lazy etc etc

Mothers who work (paid employment that is) often get slated - psycological damage to their children etc etc

Women who decide not to have children because of their careers etc often get slated, selfish buggers…

So I say women should stuff the media and do whats right for them and their families.

Vive la difference

Run Ragged Run Ragged Run Run Run
Mothers catch up with the reality that most fathers don’t have it all either!
If that’s all it is, who are the supermums? Ask the media ? Nah ask the children, it’s their mums.

As my dear departed mum used to say . . . .

The sights you see when you haven’t got a gun !!!

Ok - but how about his G string?

You needn’t think I’m going to iron Mr N.C’s Shorts and Semmit

I told hubby that it was too revealing but he wouldn’t let me purchase a new one…

Hows baby Ron?

to maximize the ironing available on our return for your much needed training.

Typical - bugger off for a couple of weeks. Can’t even be a*sed to send me a bloody postcard. Then come back expecting me to do your f*ckin’ (I’m getting the hang of these Coco-isms now) ironing?

The cheek of it

I have a couple of spare baskets full (& more to follow) if you need some for your training!

Bloody pathetic, I call it.

Ironing is an very undervalued ’sport’ - I’ve been campaigning for years to have it declared an Olympic event, but will the buggers listen to me? Will they f*ck (to borrow a ‘Coco-ism’)

Now this is what ‘real’ ironing is all about!

http://damncoolpics.blogspot.com/2007/05/extreme-ironing-competition.html

Or this. Click here

Duncan is pretty good at combining ironing and entertaining , I mean moderating the troups.

I prefer not to discuss such personal matters (let alone iron it)

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M&A
Artemis
May I remind you that mere distance is no bar to the arrows finding their target?
At least, not for a goddess.
Admittedly there was a degree of parochialism, and even demarkation disputes, when it came to South America, since I have never really gone in for wholesale slaughter, but there is one thing that all gods and goddesses are united on.
The absolute right to smite any mortal giving us lip.

The plan is you hire someone else to do the work, though there can be problems in that area.

My mistress plan was to hire Clive James’ cleaner; that way she would never talk about me since who the hell wants to know about Chenier’s shortcomings in the domestic arena when they could hear about someone on the telly?

It worked really well until Clive James moved out and the cleaner died…

(didn’t want to get typecast)