Think of the Children
I slide a photo of my children
across the pub table.
We decided early on in our relationship
that we didn’t want children.
Well-dressed couple, expensive hair.
They don’t look tired.
Children are such a financial commitment.
Nursery places, childminders, all that equipment.
We have a garage full of old strollers,
dismantled cots, baby walkers, high chairs.
We’re both very ambitious and career-driven.
I don’t think there’s ever a right time for kids.
Sometimes the phone rings at work
and there’s been an accident at nursery.
We like to go on quite energetic holidays;
you couldn’t take a pushchair trekking the Andes.
I spend fortnights splashing in the pool
eating and drinking all-inclusively.
No, we’re quite happy, just the two of us.
The house feels empty when I’m on my own.
I notice she’s still studying that photo.