Room of her Own
The protagonist walks with grace and flippers. Her wetsuit protects her from the tube-dwellers snickers. She is determined to get the job done. She has a magic bag and knows how to use it. The dinner must appear and be prepared with love and attention. Her whisk is her weapon as she creates a state of domesticity perfected on the run. Yes, she is one of those who does everything most of the time. But she needs to find room for pleasure, cutting a place for her own freedom, maybe echoing all our own longing to find a sense of ourselves.