Have you done a poo yet Mummy?
You ask loudly as we eat our Saturday morning croissants
At the outside cafe near the park
A small and busy cafe
With just a few tables
A queue beginning to form outside
Your voice loud
Loud and excited on a Saturday morning.
I could lie or I could say it as it is
I’ve never been very good at lying
Yes I say
Did you?
Not yet you say
And so the weekend begins
With everyone around us up to date
With the movements of the day so far.

Diary of a solo mother
Pack things in, there’s no time for error 
You’re away at Granny’s for 48 hours
A list of things to do builds up in my head
All I really want to do is curl up in bed
But with so much to do each and every day
Time filled with tidying and putting things away
I ponder what if I didn’t go out
What if I didn’t get up
What if I stayed in bed
What if I slept for 48 hours
What if I didn’t contact friends
What if I didn’t make arrangements
What if, what if, what if...
But time is precious and too good to loose
So pack in what I can in the order I choose
And I enjoy every moment
Knowing you are doing the same
And soon enough we’ll be together again.

(Our trip to Glastonbury)

The roof of our van leaks
The fridge doesn’t work
We have one ring working on the gas cooker
I start my period as we drive in the gates
It rains torrential rain
You know that word torrential now
And you like me to say it again and again.
We’re at Glastonbury which is a campsite 
Without the festival
For one year only
Because of Covid.
We wake up to thunder
You paint yourself with stripes
And say you’re a tiger
We make friends with another mum
And her son
We play corn hole together 
And I wonder why it’s called that.
We find the stone dragon 
You sit on a stone at the stone circle
We don’t get stoned.
We climb up to the pink castle
I get friction burn on my ankle 
From the pirate ship slide
We stand under the pyramid stage and shout
Whoo Hoo Glastonbury 
We get transfer tattoos 
We make a magic rainbow with tissue paper
We go to the pub which I didn’t know existed 
When it’s the usual 200, 000 people enlisted
In this magical place.
We laugh, we shout, we dance about
We ride the bike all around 
The site 
Each night 
When you’re in bed I feel like shouting from the van top
From the tent roof tops 
From the pub roof
We managed another day
Without getting washed away
You say you’ve forgotten what our house is like
And you want to live in the van for more than 
Seven nights
We are immersed in the camping extravaganza 
And we’re making memories which will be part of us forever.
Now it’s cold and dark with winter sun
I remember last summer and all that we’ve done.