A cliché that has never been more accurate than in these days of lockdown and new parenting… Picture this (although not in too much detail): Sunday night, 10.30pm, baby asleep, husband winding down for bed, me: marigolds on, all clothes except underwear off, mop in one hand, bathroom cleaner and sponge in the other. It’s […]
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I was reminded of this sentiment by Jennie in our ante natal group chat a couple of months ago, probably as we all asked each other why the wee bairns might not have been sleeping or why they wouldn’t stop feeding or why they screamed for no obvious reason. The fact is that it does
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As Florence sang/ Thomas Fuller wrote (depending on how high brow you are). It turns out things needed to get worse, before they got even worse, before *touches wood* they started to get better. Tom is still resting, resting, resting (and dusting off his FIFA skills) as we continue to wait for his lungs to
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