Pop pop goes the poppers ...

Thump thump thump goes my heart.

I feel I’ve reached way beyond my popper threshold. Two bodies and dungarees and two babies and at least 6 nappies today and it’s pushed me into a place of popper hatred. The scrabbling to do them with one hand as they struggle and twist away from you. They are a torture these tiny little fastening devices, who in gods name thought them a good idea? They send you mad in incremental steps. What’s wrong with a zip? Or Velcro? Or something else? Why aren’t scientists working day and night to design easy fit clothes that make life a little easier for exhausted mothers ... who need a little helping hand ... not a million f’ing poppers to add to their daily chores?

Footnote: today I started using some smart second hand clothes from Germany but it turns out they have micro poppers. My compartively large hands and poor eye sight means they have introduced a new low in popper hell!

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