This morning she’s marked her students’ books, done the washing, baked two cakes, played guitar at church and got the toys out for the grandchildren.
Red-hair frizzing from the heat in her busy kitchen, she produces another feast for her adults.
Chatter from the dinning-room is like a tidal wave; renowned for drowning out most people. But by the time it reaches the kitchen it splashes gently at her feet.
After carrying in the final dish, she perches on a stool.
The noise focuses and glasses are raised.
“To the model of multi-tasking. To mum!”
“To mum!” the chorus agrees.