Anyone who knows me will appreciate that I’m sooo beyond
being a ‘yummy mummy’.
I'm neither young enough, slim enough or attractive
enough. However, I've just found myself overwhelmed with a feeling of
yuppy, yummy mummy-ness that a trip to Waitrose was only just narrowly avoided.
I have a new (to me) car. I had, previously, a black &
pink striped Suzuki Swift. It was me!
Modest enough yet cheeky enough to shout (quietly) ‘look at me, look at me’.
Totally useless for transporting a 6’ table, 3 meter gazebo & 20 crates of
jam and their associated display hardware.
The new one is perfect – it has no personality – but its
perfect. And, my goodness, it’s got a magnificent boot space!
But...as I drove to work , past my neighbour walking his
dog, he failed to recognise me and, at that point, I realised that I had become
a ‘grown-up’. Not only a grown-up but a
Volvo driver too.
Now...where are my wellies?
