Domestic bliss Stories

Afternoon Thursday, June 5th, 2025 Penny came bursting through the front door, Lyrou behind and happily reminding her, “You have your US history test tomorrow.” A head full of freshly braided hair and school gossip to disseminate, Penny kicked off her sneakers and ran up the stairs to her room, her legs a blur of bruised shins and purple cartoon character socks not unlike the kind Lyrou wore a lifetime ago. “Yeah, I know!...

“What the bloody hell have you bought again, woman?” My husband rolls his eyes as I haul my brobdingnagian bag of “essential” holiday purchases through the hall. “Summer goodies.” He goes through the tiki glasses, jam jars, flowery plates, gingham dress, ruffle skirts and several duck-in-wellies ornaments. Lastly, he holds up a set of knickers with nautical stripes and crustaceans. “What? Can’t I have crabs and lobsters o...