In which Irene Comforts Me By Anita Mathias Irene, crooning to me, “Mummy, you’re a mummy, and you’ll always be a mummy, but I am an Irene, and one day I will be a mummy.” Me, “Well, I’m not just a mummy.” She, soothingly, “I know. You are a writer, a Mummy, and a chatterbox.” First Name: Email address: By ticking this box you consent to the information you provide on this form being used to keep in touch with you and to provide updates. View our Privacy Policy. Leave this field empty if you're human: More from my siteOn JugglingHappy Birthday, Irene: 14 Photographs for 14 YearsIrene and Anne of Green GablesMy heavenly daughter, Irene In Which Irene Analysed British Political Speech Share this...FacebookTwitter
