“Let’s face it, motherhood is not a restful business”

I HAD two glasses of Merlot last night — all that my feeble liver can take.

This morning, I’m upstairs, staring at an empty word document with a leaden brain. Perhaps, I think, if I stare at the screen long enough, a column will just write itself, but all my staring seems to do is magic the phone into ringing.

It is my mother.