Women of a certain age provide an unpaid unrecognised infrastructure to our society. They are there, unlauded for their support, be it disasters or family crises. They clean up and mop up and see it as the way things are. These are the first of a series to celebrate these women who operate on the periphery of our lives but without whom we would collapse. They are not portrayed in the literature, nor the arts other than as someone’s mother or a victim. They are almost invisible unless one is looking.