I Am Enough, by Pippa

I Am Enough, by Pippa

I am enough even when I am eating too much salty chocolate while working on my computer late into the night so that I can spend daytime with my kids, and sit surrounded by chaos on a pointlessly hoovered floor that is covered in bits of lego and tea-towels from a Monday night TV dinner, and a mantelpiece that hasn’t been cleaned or cleared in years but instead we all just add more and more random items to it on top of the dust until they fall off like tuppences in an amusement arcade.