A quickie again, I am afraid.
These days my life revolves around breastfeeding. Husband changed my nickname from Breadknife (A Cockney rhyming slang for Wife) to a Korova Milk Bar (borrowed from Clockwork Orange). This is what my life has become. To appreciate the whole extent of this metamorphose, you need to know that,during the dating stage of our relationship, he used to call me Rockchik.
Oh, well. Never mind. My main consolation is that my bra size now is three times bigger than before. I am not making this up. The M&S sales assistant measured me up.
But really, I was not going to talk about the size of my Korova milk bar equipment today. I just wanted to show you something my child made with her friend a few days ago.
So, you take a child whose parents are positively non-religious, and her Jewish classmate, leave them alone for an hour, and this
is what they proudly produce. Yes. It is a cross, if you have any doubts.
I hoped it might just look a bit like a cross. An accidental resemblance, so to speak. But when I attempted to throw it away earlier today, she confirmed it was indeed a cross. And the friend, according to her mother, commented that 'if you stand in front of it, it makes you look like Jesus'.
Thank you, I thought, Mrs X, an evangelical teacher in what is supposed to be a non-religious state school...Oh, well. Back to my main duty. Now, which side was it last time?...