Dimensions
130 x 197 x 20mm
In 'Confessions of a Bad Mother', Stephanie described how she brought up her children 'wrong'. Now she unlocks her singular inability (but one which secretly we all share) to grow up: forty-five last birthday, she doesn't feel any older (but of course she does -- as in deafer, stiffer, and less able to read the dosage instructions on a bottle of Calpol). But the supposedly normal challenges of human existence feel frequently as though they are beyond her.
Life is constantly confusing, frustrating and, at times, overwhelming. At forty-five -- but only on paper -- she's still a child in a suite, bluffing her way with one eye looking over her shoulder, expecting any minute to be found out and taken back to the nursery. Of course, that isn't such a bad place to be. Sometimes she even wants to go back there, but is cruelly aware that she no longer fits the chairs.
