Be Good for Dad

This month’s The Deep End: regret, Hotel Chocolat, and the end of the year

Photo by Cody Hiscox on Unsplash

“Be good for Dad,” I say as I leave the room and run upstairs, out of sight.

As if goodness is something you can switch on. As if my husband - an excellent dad, by the way - needs goodness rather than basic co-operation, or not being bitten on the leg, or the superhero power required to ignore the Roots & Fruits theme tune on repeat.

I go upstairs to my office, where I can regret becoming a mum in private.