I’m a single mother with a potty mouth and a messy house. My mission is to share the joys and struggles of single mothering. My kids are one parent short, so my office hours are 24/7. I’ve raised a twenty-two-year-old, a 17-year-old and a tiny firecracker solo for 110 years, and I’m hoping my gals end up more like Hermione Granger and less like Veruca Salt.
I’m also a professional fool. I get paid to play in my day job as a Clown Doctor and at night as a comedian. Clown Doctoring is the cat’s pyjamas; working for a charity, I’ve met so many fantastic philanthropic people, my cynicism has been sat on by the happiness fairy.
In the interest of fine single mothering, I Pollard my children. Minimal feeding means my kids won’t grow tall, saving on expensive undies, and keeping school uniform costs low. With a small food bill, Pou Lollard can be kept in the fine style I’d grow accustomed to.
In an ideal world, I’d have time for dancing through the tulips while singing like Doris Day with my kids. Less Kris Jenner, more Carol Brady.
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