Rochelle is the kindest, most understanding leader ever and just to prove it, she’s given us a repeater photo today. So here’s one I made earlier … July 2012, when I was not a mother at all, let alone a few weeks from being one twice over. Copyright belongs to FF founder and original leader, Madison Woods.
Interesting to read it back; I remembered the gist but not the story and certainly not the words. Would I write it differently now? Maybe, but I can’t put my finger on how. Your reactions are always welcome.
“There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,” Dad sang as Chantal wiggled the tap again.
“Could you possibly do something more useful than singing?”
“Like fix it?” he asked, adding “Dear Henry,” under his breath.
She tried to smile. Singing was better than the gloom he’d been in since Mum left. But he looked manic: seven-week beard, shirt Mum hated. Perhaps that’s why she left: his dress-sense.
Or perhaps it was this infernal tap: dripping at all hours like the incessant tick of time. Maybe if she fixed the tap, or changed his clothes, Mum’d come back.