In Late Bloom

She lies awake, on her half of the bed, unable to get comfortable – and huffs in frustration, as she hauls the extra weight into an attempt at a better position. ‘It’s like this every time’, he reminds her sypathetically. Curled on one side, then another, momentarily flat on her back before she begins to…

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Poor me? Erm…?!

  So yesterday I was out for a walk on the High Street with the kids, on our way to the parkand as a bid to get some fresh air. We all, especially The Boy, needed to burn off some energy, so I had strapped Mini One to my back in the sling and was…

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