Mottisfont meets the twos

Look, I don't know how I forgot about it. Is it like childbirth, having a two-year-old? You only remember the bits that make you want to have another one? Ted is now doing what he did for me once before, when the contractions started. Bringing it aaaaaaall back. In technicolour. And in both scenarios there's … Continue reading Mottisfont meets the twos

A letter for two

Teddy, Today is your birthday, and you are two. Your day is supposed to be over, actually, but you haven't yet given up the good fight: I can still hear you bouncing and yelling in your room. Most of the street can. You have two volumes: the cracked little fake-sorrowful voice you put on for … Continue reading A letter for two