mrs mcmuffin's day off and memories of when I passed as a yummy mummy

I am off work tomorrow and I shall be spending the day with Big Sister and the Nephew. We plan to make him happy by returning to Greenwich Park, where Big Sis, Gypsy Tart and I spent many a happy afternoon as kids (Mum, Dad, can we go throught the tunnel again? Look I've got one foot in the East and the other in the West. Please can I have an ice cream, please?). The Nephew still fondly recalls the day Gypsy Tart and I took him and the Neice to Greenwich. Forget the river trip, he was most impressed by the noodle bars and wants to have salted squid again. Poor love, his parents should never have moved to Yorkshire, it's cruel.

What I recall was how having the Neice and Nephew in tow transformed Gypsy Tart and I into 'Yummy Mummies'. No longer were we sad, lonely Spinsters of the Parish (I so regret relinquishing that title, really), we were gorgeous, fertile single mothers paying lots of attention to our children (well, we only had them for the day so it was easy). We were sirens calling to the men of South East London. No one actually spoke to us you understand, we were too good for that kind of sordid approach, but I have never been the subject of so many admiring and approving looks.