The Queens Birthday.
Story by Big M.
“’oo mixed up me spice labels?” Thundered a voice from the bowels of the pub.
“Dunno, Granny, maybe you did!” Replied Merv, chuckling quietly to himself, as he emptied the new glass washer. 564 more words
“Oh Granny, what big teeth you have …”
There’s a dark narrative that runs through women’s mothering stories, and it tells of the wolfish granny. She might sound like a figure from a fairy tale, but women in the mothers’ groups I’ve run in Ethiopia, Central Asia and the UK have told me that she’s alive and well. 1,594 more words