1950s housewives – only with extra responsibility.Three years ago, I published a book based on hundreds of interviews exploring how the world of work wasn’t set up for women or carers.
And now, writing this piece before my three children went back to school, I found myself doing so at 5am because, during the day, I was lucky to get 10 minutes without interruption from one of them.
It could be anything from a screaming row about who stole the charger, penetrating questions about Gothic symbolism or It’s Raining Tacos by Parry Gripp blasting through the house.