Mummy has been a wife and mother for so long that she’s a little bit lost. I have literally never stood wistfully in the supermarket and thought ‘Oh, how I wish someone was trailing behind me constantly whining ‘Mummy, can I have, Mummy can I have?’ while another precious moppet tries to climb out the trolley so they land on their head and we end up in A&E.
And despite the busybody old women who used to pop up whenever I was having a bad day and tell me I would miss these days when they were over, I don’t miss those days at all. It genuinely never occurred to me when they were little that this would ever end – an eternity of Teletubbies and Duplo and In The Night Bastarding Garden and screaming, never an end in sight. I just wanted them to stop wittering at me, eat vegetables without complaining, let me go to the loo in peace and learn to make a decent gin and tonic. This is the first time I had heard of Gill Sims and I, for one, am delighted.No.1 bestselling author Gill Sims is back with her eagerly awaited fourth and final Why Mummy novel.
Some reviewers have said the blog is better than the book. If it's not, you'll be on a rant about Ellen's many faults, her exaggeratedly impossible children, her husband who is portrayed as generally useless, and a collection of relatives that would make me emigrate to another country and change my name.This book seems to be an expanded version of a blog the author writes in the British media titled Peter & Jane, the names of Ellen's two children. I realize it could definitely be not everyone's glass of Chardonnay. Satire, readers, satire!That said, I found Why Mummy Drinks laugh-out-loud funny truly the kind of book I can't put down. No, I do not really believe that these mums need a whip and a chair to control their uncontrollable offspring. I first noticed this years ago with The Secret Life of a Slummy Mummy by Fiona Neill.
There is a certain type of English author who writes about her children as if they are wild animals. My lasting impression of Why Mummy Drinks is that it is satire, the classic British "send-up" and not to be taken seriously for a minute as the real life of an English mother/wife/part time IT worker.
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