


She would like her own house in France, but her parents are suddenly short of money.Īfter this he spends months being cold to her, scarcely talking.


Mummy says, do you think I have time to traipse around the supermarkets to save a few pence on this item and that? His sister comes with her brood and her campervan having left her unfaithful husband and not wanting to actually work, decides she will leech again off her brother and sister-in-law. Things absolutely deteriorate when there is a big row over her overspending on the shopping although it is mostly his sister and her insistence on organic, non-gluten wholefood from specialist shops. They drink, there are boring, repeated stories and only her father-in-law sees that his daughter-in-law is the bottom of the pile, used by everyone, and with no way out. Her rather well-off parents-in-law descend from their house in France to add to the work our Mummy has to do. She has no notion of work, but wants to be a free spirit sponging off her brother. Her appalling sister-in-law and her husband and their unruly, un toilet-trained, "the only thing we own is our soul" (and therefore what's the problem with me using all your things when they aren't really 'your's') and the Great Goddess in the Sky will provide for us says our Coven or some such rubbish. And he feels secure in this because he "brings home the bacon" and thinks she can't leave him so long as he is the provider.ĭo we women not know men like this? Do we not know women who work and do the laundry, the ironing, the shopping, the getting the children to school and their after-school programs, who take time off work to take them to the doctor and have dinner ready on the table when the husband, tired from a day in the office, comes in from work?īut she has an idea for a blog and an app, 'beat the middleclass mummies' which he puts down because it isn't proper earning work like he does. He doesn't want to take time off work to deal with the children, he doesn't want to put them to bed, he doesn't want to babysit on the one night out his wife wants with her friends, he doesn't want to cook, do any shopping, take her out for the evening, in fact he doesn't want to do anything he doesn't want to. And in common with a lot of husbands and fathers he doesn't want to do much. The agreement between the husband and wife is that he is the major earner and she works part-time and does all the child care, housework, and anything else that he doesn't want to. But it goes two layers deep, and it made me very sad. On the surface, this is a humorous look at a middle-class, middle-aged couples marriage with an appalling new-age leech of a sister-in-law and a pretentious mother-in-law.
