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I really, truly did once work with a girl called Claire Hunt.
The big excuse for not growing up is to have a child yourself.
I get to 'wheeeeee!' round supermarkets on a trolley and play 'The Simpson's Racers' sillily - purely to smash up lamp-posts, and I can happily kick cans (badly) towards bins and whinge about cleaning my teeth (oh, no, that's just my son, sorry,) all in the name of 'good mothering'. 'Good mothering' is ace because it basically means you can be stupid and not have to grow up.
I get to roll down hills and make badly iced cakes and be silly on the virtual computer game cars at Legoland, and I can eat sherbet dib-dabs on Fridays, and spend ages dithering over which pull-back dragon to buy and I can do it with total impunity, because I am a Mother. It's my job. I get paid £16.50 a week in child benefit to dick about! Obviously, I can't live on it, because it's not a wage but it's nice the government has even bothered to factor it in, don't you think?
£16.50 to have fun each week? Deal me in. |
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