Rewind a few years ago and I was a successful television producer making comedy, magic and entertainment programmes. I owned a Mulberry handbag which was entirely free of rice cakes.
Fast forward to the birth of my son and I was asked by the doctors receptionist if I’d describe myself a home maker or housewife? And the worst part is I actually thought about it for a few seconds before I told her to bog off.
Don’t get me wrong I love being a mum I just find it weird that if I were to die in a freak accident tomorrow I’d be described in the news as a 40 year old housewife/ home maker and mother of two.
Which I guess I am.
But I’m also lot’s of other things too: If I have died in a freak accident ( my money’s on a fall involving a Brio train and some plastic fruit) please feel free to use the following to flesh out your obit:
Eeh Bah Mum is a runner, a writer, a collector of 1960’s pottery, a Morris Dancer, a magicians assistant, an amazing Southeast Asian cook, not very good at baking, even worse at sewing, don’t get me started on knitting….
Eeh Bah Mum loves Jon Stewart, Vietnamese food, Marc Jacobs clothes, Midwinter pottery, her Acne Pistol boots, Vivienne Westwood (clothes and the lady), making pies, London, Yorkshire, her boobs, running, punching things ( a recent discovery), Billy Liar, Agatha Christie, Amy Tan and the Bronte sisters.
She hates that Mr Eeh Bah (a southerner) makes better Yorkshire puddings than her and she thinks her children are wonderful but wishes they could be wonderful in a quieter, tidier, less annoying fashion.