I’m an anatomically correct single mother, Prozac sold separately. I have a potty mouth and a messy house. My mission is to share the joys of single mothering. I don’t mind being single, it’s the single parenting I struggle with. My kids are one parent short, so my office hours are 24/7. Raising two teens and a primary schooler, I’m hoping my gals end up more like Hermione Granger and less like Veruca Salt. I’ve got the smell of teenage disappointment in one room and Miss Piggy struggling to share the other bedroom with Stunt Girl and her peculiar obsession with live insects.
I’m also a professional fool. I get paid to dress up and act like a goose in my day job as a Clown Doctor and at night as a comedian. Working for a charity, I’ve met so many fantastic philanthropic people my cynicism has been sat on by the happiness fairy.
I write stand up comedy, non fiction and short stories. As a speaker I give seriously funny talks on laughter therapy on behalf of The Humour Foundation to medical people, corporations and community groups.
In an ideal world, I’d be a calm mother with time for dancing through the tulips while singing like Doris Day with my children. I’m looking for single mother bliss.
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