It was very difficult getting to sleep the other night. I was preparing for bed and had just cleaned my teeth (every single one of the flippin' blighters - they were so clean that I could've eaten my dinner off 'em), and I was contemplating moving the various small children who'd somehow ended up in the bed. The Stoic Spouse was asleep. Being a 21st century sort of a lass, I checked my phone one last time. There was a congratulatory text from a close friend... something about an Continue Reading
That Was The Year That Was
Yesterday when I got home from work, one of the twins said "Mummy, I saw a grown-up cry today!" This had obviously made a big impression. I don't think he's witnessed adult tears before. Questioning revealed that the Stoic Spouse - who'd been looking after the boys all day - had taken them a few miles away to the village of Goring, where in the course of running some errands they'd walked past George Michael's house, in which he died (far too young) last week. Outside his home was a sea of Continue Reading