It’s Too Noisy

‘It’s too noisy for me to think,’ Laura said.

If it wasn’t her husband complaining that the television wasn’t working, or her children complaining about their PE kits not being washed. She was going to blow all of her tops if they didn’t shut up.

All her husband needed was to replace the batteries in his remote and she was sure there were similar t shirts they could wear for PE. She turned to face her family with a spatula raised in the air.

‘Instead of watching TV you can help me wash up! Tara, it won’t harm for you to look in your drawers and see what else you can find.’

‘But Mum . . .’

‘But Mum nothing, you’ve got legs and arms, and you can do things for yourself!’

Her husband watched as the spatula nearly flew through the air, and grabbed the dish cloth. ‘Why don’t you go and sit down love. I’ll get the breakfast ready and bring you a nice cup of tea . . . and I’ll wash up,’ he said, handing over the remote. ‘You watch the rest of your programmes in peace.’

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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