Boiled chocolate cake. Don’t get much better than that. He’d never had one, not till he met Peggy. George’s Nan used to boil a pudding, which is kind of a cake, but nothing like this. Peggy never puts frosting on it either. She likes to let the cake speak for itself.
It’s his birthday. It’s George’s birthday. Well it was. Yesterday was his birthday. 42. He’s 42 years old. And god does he feel it.
His wife keeps him young though, Peggy does. And the girls. He’s got two little girls. Little rat bags more like. But he loves them. Can’t imagine a life without them.
And nothing will ever change that.
My Wife Peggy was first staged as part of Premiere at Gasworks Arts Park, a program to assist independent Melbourne based artists and creatives to stage original productions.