I haven't written on here for a while but I'm still here. It's been the summer holidays so there's been no time to spare but I will be back as routine edges its way back to something resembling normal.

Camping in Dartmoor
On a rainy August morning
Walking back from the toilet block
Mummy why does it say Long Monkey?
I nearly didn't respond
As your imagination is wild
But luckily I look up
We read it again
And we laughed

“I’m just holding my vulva”
You laugh recklessly 
As we walk along the pavement
And swiftly through our front door
Filling the room 
Floor to ceiling
With loudness
“I’ve been learning about what’s in my 
Pants
Today”
You 
Say
“I haven’t got a willy mummy
But if I had 
I’d swing it”.