Dinner time arrives and the darling of the day is yet to find me.
Yet to whisper its sweet melody into my ready ear.
Darling, in an instant?
Music blaring from the iPod dock.
The story of my youth—
The eighties in a splash of pop and rock?
And then it all begins. The hopping, the bopping.
The chopping, the stirring.
Dinner for fun, singing as I go. (Of course!)
And the little boy I made? Well. He’s all wide eyes and wondering…
Has Mum finally lost it?
Is this the moment her scrambled brain says…
Meeeeeeeep. Booooooop. POP!
Nope. Mum hasn’t lost it, Son.
A little bit in love.
With the eighties and all its wonderful SOUNDS.
Because darling is a good eighties bop along.
And darling is the way it makes you feel.