Mum in the Middle: Feel good, funny and unforgettable

‘You’re fine,’ I said, as I always did, smiling at my beautiful, sturdy daughter, who was always going to lose half a stone but never quite did.

‘Do you know some catwalk models live on balls of tissue paper soaked in orange juice before a big show?’ Tilly got a knife out of the drawer and began slicing through cheddar.

‘Well, make sure you don’t,’ I said. ‘Didn’t you have to work this evening?’

‘I did lunchtime and I’m not on till six on Sunday so I thought I’d stay here tonight and tomorrow. That’s okay, isn’t it?’ She began to spread butter on crackers.

‘Of course, darling. This is your home too.’

Tilly nodded. ‘I’ve brought some washing …’

I smiled indulgently, just glad to have her there. ‘Get it, then.’

I walked through to the cramped little utility room at the end of the kitchen. ‘This economy cycle is quite quick. If you–’ I stopped as the doorbell rang. I raised my eyebrows at Tilly, feeling a frisson of alarm at someone calling so late.

Tilly shrugged, unconcerned. ‘I’ll go.’

I followed her through to the sitting room as she swung back the front door, letting in a gale of cold air.

Jinni’s eyes were wide and angry. ‘Did you see anything?’ she demanded, her gaze swinging from Tilly to me. We shook our heads stupidly as Jinni stepped inside and gestured back at the darkness behind her.

‘It’s all I bloody need, right now,’ she said furiously. ‘Some bastard’s just smashed my window.’

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