It’s 8.31am and you’ve already responded to a dozen of your boss’s deranged overnight work emails, got your kids off to school in something approximating a uniform, unblocked the shower drain with your actual bare hands and sorted out your mum’s supermarket order crisis. Congratulations, you are a middle-aged woman who is getting sh*t done. We all know it: midlife women are the glue that binds society together. We are invincible, all-powerful, and you mess with us at your peril. But we’re also quite knackered and we’d like a break please. In this hilarious and irreverent manifesto, Lucy Porter steers us through the trials of being the exhausted meat in the middle of the sandwich generation with her trademark wit, warmth and a hefty dose of righteous rage. Part celebration, part rallying cry, this is a call to arms: women, put down your to-do lists and let someone else take on all the crap for a bit.
