It was my favourite book. When my children
were young I had a burst of desperation or
perhaps self-pity: in all my childhood dreams
I told him sitting on the bed, I never imagined
spending most of my life being a servant
cleaning up after people, even ones I love.
I have an MA in Psychology, I make people
laugh and dance and friends light up
when I stride into the room – and let's not
forget the cleaning lady a few hours a week
what was I complaining about? As I sat and cried
he tried to hold my hands to stop me biting my
already bitten-down nails. Today, so many
years later, we're watching The Handmaid's Tale.