Big Little Lies

Her sewing room looked straight out onto the school yard of pirriwee public.“Mum are you mad? You can’t live this close to a primary school,”her daughter had said when he was first looking at buying the house.but Mrs. Ponder loved to hear the crazy babble of the children’s voices at intervals throughout the day, and she no longer drove, so she couldn’t care less that the street was jammed with those giant, truck-like cars they all drove these days, with woman in big sunglasses leaning across their steering wheels to call out terribly urgent information about Harriet’s ballet and Charlie’s speech therapy.