
Ma wee Sodjers
Jess Smith
The kitchen door shook on its hinges as my babies pushed past each other and shouted in unison, 'Ma, guess what?' I was swept into Johnnie's arms while Stevie filled the kettle.
'Coffee Ma, real blend or decapitated?' He juggled two jars above my head, saying 'You'll need the strong stuff.' In seconds, cup clasped in my hand I was ushered into the sitting room. ... (continues)


