I grew up in the Middle East with a nanny and a full complement of servants as is normal there and older parents who were in their 40s when I was born. My mother was still incredibly involved in my life as well as a load of other things. Church, gardening society, mahjong coffee mornings, making my and her clothes, teaching me to sew and swim, household shopping (she landed in the middle of the Iraqi revolution on one trip), the required entertaining for my father's job (when my grandmother died and my mother flew to England after Christmas one year, I had to take over the organising of the Hogmanay dinner and party for a couple of hundred people at 13...), entertaining work visitors' wives during the day, supervising homework, the school run...
Alice does sweet bugger all except drink, and rage and lie on SM.
ETA: my mother still resented that she wasn't allowed to work (she was a trained hairdresser who supported them both when my father was at navigation college) as "officers wives don't work". She used to do a fair bit of it though for friends.
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missing singing badly in some tin pot musical is her only regret .. the thing is she’ll stand by that .. purely cause ‘she’s doesn’t regret anything 
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lmao I ain’t arsed about fungiflops 
ill twist her like a pretzel" (she ain't that flexible lol)
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E cups replaced my tea cups 