Mornings, revisited

I came across this post the other day, and felt like I was looking back at long-forgotten country. So here's a continuation. Dear self, Here are some things that you should never forget (even when the skin on the back of your hands has gone baggy) that you get the first hint of Boy 1 … Continue reading Mornings, revisited

Me, my cold and I

Today is a sick day. And I remembered, at three in the morning when I lay croaking pathetically and choking down a Lemsip - dudes, when I am ill, I mean it - that sick days don't exist with a baby. Writing down this hoary old parenthood cliche almost made my fingers seize up, but … Continue reading Me, my cold and I