“Mum, do you know what the division of labour means?” asked my 10 year old son, enthusiastically, at the end of another interesting day at school. Of course, in typical mum fashion, I pretended not[…]
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“Mum, do you know what the division of labour means?” asked my 10 year old son, enthusiastically, at the end of another interesting day at school. Of course, in typical mum fashion, I pretended not[…]
My heart is shattered. My mind is scattered. I want to shut it all out. But for how much longer? There’s no denying it. Things have fallen apart; the centre cannot hold. The epic lines[…]