Olivia and I are addicted to Brothers & Sisters. We lie on my bed under the blanket and watch it on a portable DVD player. We have watched Grey’s Anatomy together, along with the first season of Desperate Housewives, before I decided it was too grown-up for her.
One thing I have never allowed the girls to watch is Sex and the City. My box set is on top of the cupboard, hidden away. I love Sex and the City or SATC as we call it. I love the glamour, the intrigue, the fashion, the plots. And I am mad about Mr Big. On Wednesday night I went out with three girlfriends. We discussed boyfriends, affairs, husbands, shoes – all the usual.
“We’re so SATC,” said one of my friends.
Little did I imagine that while I was out acting SATC, my daughters were at home watching it.
Yesterday the secret came out. We were in the car when Bea pulled a pouty face and said “this is what Samantha does.”
Immediately I knew. It was like one of those moments when suddenly everything makes sense. They tried to deny it but there was no going back. So we started to discuss it.
“Did you see the bit where Carrie breaks up with Mr Big?” asked Olivia.
“What are crabs?” asked Bea.
I think it may be time to buy a safe.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009