Mum's the Word

I have realised that this government department is where all the generic "mums" work.

I feel like I am working inside some fictional landscape created by Roald Dahl or something.

Everyone here is either pregnant, or a walking "mum" cliche.

Floral shirts with mother of pearl buttons, flat sensible sandal shoes (some with *shriek* skin coloured stockings), ankle length flowy skirts, tuck-shop arms (bat wings), muffin tops galore (in all directions), pot pourri perfume, reddy-orange lipstick, and don't even get me started on the hair.

People bake for morning teas. If you sneeze, someone around you will comment that you should put a jumper on if you are cold. If you ask the admin mum for a spare access pass to the building to go to lunch and you get a look and a "did someone forget their pass this morning??"

Eeeeek!