Image showing forceps from the Principles and Practice of Obstetric Medicine, by David Daniel Davis, 1836, Internet Book Archive via Wikimedia Commons

Television and movies tend to picture birth in a similar way. The mother’s waters break. She rushes to the hospital. There she lies down on her back in a hospital bed, in a brightly lit room, wearing a gown, surrounded by doctors and members of her family, screaming. …

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I didn’t notice I was spending his money either.

Two years ago my boyfriend asked me to bid on something on eBay. I won it and he paid with his credit card through my eBay account.

You can guess what happened after.

My future transactions were paid with his saved card details.

I bought nothing expensive. It was mostly £10 here or £15 there.

But what if my boyfriend had noticed and reported the credit card fraud to his bank? What if we had split up and were on bad terms? Would I be guilty of theft?

Luckily it’s resolved. I sent him the money to cover my spending. I suppose I should also delete his card from eBay?

The lesson for us both

  • Check your credit card statements and payment settings

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This week I took some holiday days off work. I imagined fun family days filled with laughter. I imagined having time to do things.

I made a mistake.

I should have taken the days off, but let my partner assume I was at work. I could have gone on a daytrip.

Imagine being free to hop on a train or bus and go anywhere? To go to a shop without someone who wants to run in the opposite direction? To eat dinner without having to share with a two year old?

Being off work with a two year old isn’t a holiday. I get the best quality time to myself at work on my lunchbreak.

Next time would it be selfish to forget to tell my partner I’m not working?

Public Domain from Mother Goose in 1901, Wikimedia Commons

Sometimes people have claimed the nursery rhyme Baa Baa Black Sheep is about race and the slave trade.

It’s not. It’s most likely a complaint about tax.

The economy of thirteenth century England was all about wool. The master in the nursery rhyme is Edward I, the King who introduced the Great Wool Tax in 1275. The dame is the church, who also collected a share of wool. And the little boy is the shepherd.

In the oldest surviving printed version the master gets two bags, the dame one, and the little boy none. He cries in the lane.

It’s amazing to think our children our singing songs complaining about a tax from over 700 years ago.

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During the lockdown, we got rid of our sofa. My partner hated our sofa. He said we would get another smaller, more stylish sofa. He sold our sofa for forty quid to someone on Facebook.

But once the sofa was gone, I didn’t miss it very much. I sit or lie on the carpet in our living room.

My mum complained, “What about old people like us with creaky bones? What if we visit?”

But it was lockdown. We are out of the habit of having visitors. I can’t see much point in a sofa.

My parents visited once, and we provided fold-out chairs. I feel a little sorry for them, but not enough to buy a sofa. We can always visit them instead and sit on their sofa.

What do you think? Is a sofa important?

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“Why don’t you have a go on the slide?”


“What about the digger see-saw?”

“No, sit on bench with mummy”

We both sat on the bench. My son watched the girls playing in the playpark from a safe distance.

After a while, their mum came over to my son…

Marianne Sherret

Parenting, feminism, reproductive rights. Enjoys rain after hot weather. Getting better at being wrong.

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