Dab-dab-dab-dab-dab!
Dab-dab-dab-dab-dab!
Dab-dab-dab!
Dab-dab!
Dab!
Where’s the brush? Ah!
Smoothing the make up onto my face, I occasionally wished that I hadn’t had four children and had to do this every morning anyway. Most mums would probably not bother to make up for the school run, but I had no choice. I was probably the only parent at the school gates with any slap on at all.
